My mother is a person so magical and interesting than any day like today, appeared at his table a cup with water in which a plant stem was to take root, a piece of grass Like all of your garden, only this was struck for lack of personality. Seemed to come from some far away land to survive the times, gardeners and aesthetic beliefs, as if those sheets perpetuating innocently seek to defend their origins lost Babylon, as if they cared plants of empires and civilizations, there was a little hunchback like any piece of life to adapt to a strange package as your new crib.
I do not know if the green aroma that wand of course, the safest thing is that environment has improved in some divine, as if he had delivered another gift humble crib.
rubbed one of his humble leaves pitiful to smell and sense of smell seemed so unworthy to do justice.
The scent of myrrh, perfume of God.
Welcome to the windows of the Prozac Boutique located on the corner of Hope Street alone, aside from the cheap hotel where you can hear creaking bed in which lies the reason to desire. Come all, we have great deals! Alex Leyva 
