Two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil. Bruce Lee said that those who practice kung fu is voted independence, can stand the scrutiny by others. And yet ... "Bao Shi Chi position, rotate your torso very slowly, you can feel chi on the skin of arms" Feeling Electric, heat, yes, Chi.
And then all the fear, pain, sorrow and fear, focus groups, take care of the inner child, God I think Fight Club, but this is not a cute penguin, is the child within two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil, I take two hamburgers, eggs salad ... ... 'because' or see this, 'or you know who this is? This รจ'n truncheon! "Says the old round, everything in it is round, the belly is round, bald head is round, her little myopic eyes are round and deep blue! Even the legs are round, I wonder if he has the balls so well rounded! Yet they are happy "because 'n fist helmet here ... pe' tera '.
who practices kung fu is the independence vote, is not afraid of being judged by others and yet I fear for the next examination, Peng, the legendary Chinese bird that goes to the Great North Sea, in Arabic is Pangias, you can also read bangas, Fenix \u200b\u200bno? The "b" muffle, fall in "to" assimilation between "g" and "s" metamorphosis, another Greek word, Fenix, the peng, great I do not know how many thousands of them, but it is a fish that turns a bird, metamorphosis, the phoenix rising from its ashes, metamorphosis. But who is who? And 'the phoenix of the Persian peng of Chinese or vice versa or are they the same thing, the imagination of men who can not ask for explanations?
Dream. Dream 
pull a thread out of my mouth, I'm using a pair of scissors, I see from inside, then hang up the scissors in my mouth, something I know I should not but I do pull a throbbing pain, pain that is familiar to me, I look at the dirty steel tips blood shot yet, I see myself from outside, a long thread that I feel bloody rip the palate, the pain is excruciating, shooting ... yet I'm happy.
dream of a child, a child who asks for my help, a blond child, I take the hand, take it in her arms, there is a tent down there, overlooking the sea, the stormy sea, yet it is quiet, I take arm while walking on the beach in cobalt blue, I hear the sound of the surf on the night of pitch, walk, we enter the tent, you're safe here, now, baby, we're safe. The kiss on the cheeks round, ride, I'm happy. pull a thread out of my mouth, I'm using a pair of scissors, I see from inside, then hang up the scissors in my mouth, something I know I should not but I do pull a throbbing pain, pain that is familiar to me, I look at the dirty steel tips blood shot yet, I see myself from outside, a long thread that I feel bloody rip the palate, the pain is excruciating, shooting ... yet I'm happy. It is said that the master Chuang-zi had dreamed of being a butterfly, unaware of being Chuang-zi, and that when he awoke he knew more if it was he who dreamed of being a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming that he was Chuang-zi. E 'wrote in his book "This is what we call the metamorphosis of beings."
I wake up.
I get up, I'm fine, it gives me pleasure to sleep slipping away, sand on the body, is a day of light outside, the sky is clear and blue as if they had gigantic hands stretched above the houses, look at my plants to see if They feel the change of season, just in case a leaf is a bit 'greener than yesterday, for a moment I seem to feel the earth turning, everything complete in itself.
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