1.-I´said that-untill I´don´t know-when suddenly evocated the lovely summer-house of my grandparents...
the smaller detalls as my grandfather singing an moving the fingers as the beat of the moost beautifull
tango´s of the history or as lasth when the sadness appear in owns hearst untill the first days as september
when the wind traslate mercy the leaves of the trees.
2.-Still yet,my grandmother have today more than 90 years..but ever evocated her,I´remenber the unfinish
love just she fell´s for my grandfather and also she´s fine,fine style walking across the streets.
3.-It´s sure than in the same point were´s a few people.So right,but so curius just
