But I´were´s hungry and for never let´s food for me...I´was coold´s but you.re not invited me to you.re
fire´s...all that´s remenber as the past been´s one day of the year´s the greated teathre of Plautos...
Plautos and his unfinished cook´s ..in the way than the hilarition´s.
We.ve forget then persons -howewer near a rule - at the unfinished Charles Dicken´s in the way than does person´s as unfinish charm´s all the life "as the timelife" knowed when runs to die...and then one evening Dicken´s turn´s slowly in silence..sure the better of the Uk´s and then..kisses his wife..say bye to his childreen´s and then he die in bed...in the best way with not´s afraid of nothing´s...without modern´s or oldest totem´s just you.ve knowed...
