No, please, sometimes I say I believe but not really. You might not block all? This is my stop, I'm happy in this place, because not make me get off? Ah yes, the train stops, has only one destination, and one hopes the unknown as far as possible. I ask her driver pull the emergency brake, at least I do not take the fine. He sees how good? If only we could stay a hundred years ... I'm not asking that much, then certainly we share, I promise. She goes too fast in this train there are too many things you can do, I can not choose, really, I want to advise you? Got it, I have to decide, as usual. Wait, just a moment ... He sees the window that hill? Of course I see ... And the tree? If he looks good in it is sitting with a book in his hand a girl, I could not reach it? Here there are too many ... Drop Dead Gorgeous, glamorous even to talk about it, bad to be discarded. How do I know with whom to spend the rest of the trip? The'm bothering with all these questions right? I apologize in advance but I have another more important, the last one. I sat for a long time 'in that seat to tell the truth slightly uncomfortable, are now standing and vague, but tell me, what the hell do I do apart from walking through a compartment to the other?
PS I apologize to those who still reads the blog, I've got lately not had time and desire to mettermici, you know, the air conditioning of the second class sucks. Make it up, guaranteed.
