I remember that I told him once long ago ... if there is anything I love the smell of gasoline ... The first time I went to a petrol station on the corner of Calle 32, I insights that were true I always like the metallic odor that permeates all the other smells in the world. The smell of gasoline was with me forever. I could not understand very well, ever, but it was impossible to prevent their return when they ascended a hill or down to the houses they are building on the boardwalk. Neither the sea breeze could change the sharp influence of the gasoline as it flows from the hose and makes mirages on the floor. I thought his might be smelling able to change my driving and jugglers sense anything ...
Advance on air, leave and return. A hallucination stable over the powerful enterprises of the vegetation when the start a wave of mud and waste from food and plastic. My father had a car that was always broken. In general, I was in the back seat, so self-absorbed when I stopped to take fuel and once again gave me the chance to take that first smell still haunts me like a dog bone and he would do anything so they do not disappear ...
okay, but sometimes think ... what if all this is false?
Advance on air, leave and return. A hallucination stable over the powerful enterprises of the vegetation when the start a wave of mud and waste from food and plastic. My father had a car that was always broken. In general, I was in the back seat, so self-absorbed when I stopped to take fuel and once again gave me the chance to take that first smell still haunts me like a dog bone and he would do anything so they do not disappear ...
okay, but sometimes think ... what if all this is false?
A. Image and Text Cruz Morales
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