"I remember the day we try to do a picnic, at the wooded site where I could see the lake? There were complications and left too late. When we arrived at the site, a persistent drizzle falling, the air was so wet that we could not find where to light the coals for the barbecue ........ And to make matters worse, so race, I forgot the matches. We could not roast the meat, and we could not open the can that we took (the content can not remember) because they took the opener ..... Not even a knife.
I do not know how to uncork the wine ... the Chilean Pinot Noir, you miss the head, making you'd laugh out loud I did the tantrum, angry with myself for having messed up.
Guess what? I would repeat that day ...... But this time try to make things right, without forgetting anything, that everything went like a charm ....... But if you tuck the leg again and could not start the fire, open the can or uncork the wine, I would not mind ....... To have on hand any something to replace my old Volks Wagen, and you and I, as we hear the sound of rain, cold skin expusiéramos to tarnish our heat the crystals, as so often did, would by happy and well-lived than experience.
Would you dare?
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