It was a splendid day. The sun was shining in the sky. A man was the beach. He needn´t see neither birds nor sea. His big eyes only saw the end on the beach. He waited for a few minutes and pullet out a gun. He shot himself twice. The first bullet didn’t killed him, the second one did. When the sun set in the west, a love letter was sailing on the sea.
jueves, 19 de marzo de 2009
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