CUSTODY: Charter seu d'un stop the fill of 9 anys
T'anyoro. I heard thy voice anyoro, look thy look, olorarte besarte hair and cheeks ... Anyoro summers stretched under the ceiling of the night filled with stars, núbols telling the old stories and discovering the sky pirates. Anyoro the jokes, the bursts of laughter, songs and innocent smiles. T'anyoro. And anyoro the brunt of the sea hitting our faces .... the sea, our. The faces tanned by the salt and aroma to Mediterranean. The guest crabs and diving in search of snails, which have learned to love myself, this will always love inside, beyond time, that by far out more than you do, never forget.
T'anyoro. And anyoro chocolate spread lips, oregano and ubiquitous in the corner of the kitchen. Anyoro memories of nights with Cinderella, of the 'daddy I'm afraid', the long mornings and Malaita nightmares. The love of father, son, who loves you most? The long marches urban ships held back by a thousand battles, and even because in Bobby.
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