Monday, April 19, 2010

Black And Silver Centerpieces

Dialogues in the privacy of the carousel of the Fair.

Look at her!
planted so well and so happy rise in the carousel horse.


- Where you going girl?

- A Fair at the Fair!

- That is clear, with that flamenco dress so nice that your grandmother gave you: with lunaritos darling red partridge, making it now
Because moles are here to name: the darling of partridge, of the peseta,

cracker ... And the rest do not say: the stalks black eyes and red lips to match. But the best part is that mole painted on the cheek, velvet or stuck. Come on, you just need snails also glued on the face of the Estrellita Castro, if you had that hair as smooth as uncontrollable.

The horse, look at you, even today continues to fascinate me, with your continued up and down, and trotting in circles gentle hint.
There nobody told you you would take a lifetime ride, just have to learn to take the bar in hand, as Lance medieval tournament, more than anything to repel the many envestida with whom you will encounter.
horse ready the moment that shows teeth, not scary, but plenty of envy of others happiness, and that always bothers a lot.

Good girl, that although the fair will not close, and you will also take still very central, I do not want to entertain in your innocent fun.

What if I kiss you? Sure! And two, that one is little to love each other very much, something essential if you wish to wish, that's not ever forget that little girl.

And Good Fair!
This, this, and all others.


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