The wind crushes the little drops of rain against the transparency of this device overwhelmed, forcing them to spread under the enormous pressure, is put to work the other wipers, visibility would still equal zero.
find the time to open finally arrives, the roof has been gray and rainy back, and the lovely view of the vast blue, looks out from the confines of my soul a sublime feeling and thinking that accompanies it is inevitable: Why do tend to forget that over the layer surrounding stormy life so often, invariably opens a clear sky, endowed with extraordinary beauty?
soon be initiated the descent will be entering again this chaotic space, the survival instinct I replayed her notorious pranks, his cold sweat copiously, think hard on the people I love and I will give thanks to God because there are always storms like this that have the power so deliciously wonderful spice to the most insignificant life.