1.-Then I´could remenber a so young charlie Sheen ever with his fine tie...
-Humm...how he smell...my mother walks...!.And so yes, ever with his fine,fine style...the days as the bettering trade´s,in a world just untill we´were´s unknowed, in the silence of the night,faster as the worst snail
at lasth could develop for the terrible change to other world,untill everywere´s the edge surrender,and then the point than today we´have in front..."the present...".
2.-But not only losted the fine accounted,the numbers so...so minutelys,the bigger effort to be exactly...
-and exactly child were´s exactly...-also we´losted the meaning of the greated and lovelys rimmed glasses
the edge just were´s ending,in a world plenty of honour,ever as the unfforgetables ...industrial glasses.
