My Dog Changes Its Color

Sometimes ... Yamato Nadeshiko

Sometimes people like certain things. Sometimes prefer pink, black or blue ... And sometimes none of the above is preferred. Sometimes I like to emphasize at a social gathering and some find it better not to see or rather do not come close. Some people are very cheerful, and always share your smile with the world ... some are a little more calm and quiet and prefer to offer a stern look, but charged sincerity.
Some understood, others prefer not to understand. Some simply can not, and others do not know how to understand. Could it be that there is some algorithm that says how to Prodeco? Are human emotions can be reduced to mere numbers? Numbers and letters ... Letters and numbers ... symbols that have meaning as assigned ...

Sometimes I do not want to talk ... sometimes I want to remain silent just to watch you ... Just to try to see in your eyes for some sign that only kidding when you say: "To me I spread the feelings of others ".... and those words lead me to think: "I mean ... Do you love me because I want you '. " I do not think that way ... but inevitably do. "While I will love you You love me." One day they simply depart. And the story begin that way, because all I like cuentificarlo . In short, begins:

Then she said, Hitherto.

took their pride, their dreams and love and decided to go out the window, which was already open and so avoid making noise with the door.

only thing he left behind were two tears and peppermint candy wrapper he loved. The tears, however, evaporated, leaving only two spots in the ink.

When he arrived he found nothing. Sigh ... and as she thought it would be sat on the desk and turned on his computer.

Behind him he heard the echo a whisper: "So far ... Here ... "sighed the voice ... and then evaporated into the air, to be replaced by a song, a tune wild and arithmetic.