Matilda outlined eyebrows when he was not yet the two grooves in the front that the divide symmetrically, and end up drawing two huge eels. While still not had wrinkled his nose like an accordion, and had lips fleshy and cheerful, and no dark circles and scars at that time were erased. They are chiseled
when I was still a lively eyes, when hair was dark and dream happy dreams. Today just wants to sleep. Only dream of slumber and forget.
The car rattles and she closes her eyes. Further shrink its muzzle.
these dark lines were tattooed when I thought to become beautiful, to become a beautiful being. Slender and cheerful, they said. While still not allow all those archaea is over for some bills, when not traveling asleep on train going from bed to bed to meet other dreams, while still not had a dream to sleep forever. Even then, trying to fulfill theirs. The car shakes
Matilde and squirms in the seat. Had taken position, and had managed to put the mind blank. As white as their color. White and gray. Off. Sad. Opaque.
Nobody looks. No one sees. Neither those who lie down on it. Or herself.
no longer exist, they say now. Only
eyebrows intact. Igualitas then. They decided that afternoon that burned forever.
And now that escapes, they are kept stiff. Dark. The same eyebrows that Matilde. Matilde's eyebrows, it is said.
And though the day he meets his dream, to sleep forever, your eyebrows will be his trademark, his signature carved symbol which was not dreamed of being. Matilde
eyebrows.
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