"Life, they say, is composed of small wishes fulfilled."
remember well, because you know, my thing is to remember, that my paternal grandfather smelled of ash mixed with the smell of mountain. I can not say more. Her voice was warm and lavish me to believe that anyone who had the gift of teaching, it would seem to him. I listened carefully ... I read "Snow White."
also remember my paternal grandfather. Straw hats and cane did not want to use. Their goodies hidden on the side of your bed and you're eyes that though small, seemed to have seen both. I used to tell stories about when hunting. Was food jokes ... It made me believe that life was a commotion and that smile was worth more tired but true that millions nonsense.
The desire to remember sometimes just should not have a purpose. Just one wish fulfilled: Evoke.
I do not know, I firmly believe that the past will always be remembered more for the mind is determined to repeat scenes to know the background of what really happened.
But, I believe. I'm just a lawyer with aspirations to end, ever, yet his novel.
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