The first entry that comes in it is small Moleskine notebook and pencil is dated October 2007 and are just a few sentences ...
"D and this time I remember the smell of old wood of the Morin Hotel in Hue in Vietnam's imperial capital times ... and those such strong hands touching the very depths of my being, I remember the smell of fine oils and balms and that slight gemidito who fled from my throat and that triggered everything else, click on the latch and the girl (who looked younger than it actually was) and I, getting carried away to the most exalted of caresses ... ".
And around the site one more sentence:
" ... the hardest thing to (say) of the infidelity is used to the different smells, the skin and the thousand different ways to curl under the subtle touch of fingers ... because many want to talk a lot ... then ... what? Does their sad lives? Honey, I do not have to tell anything ... this, I, is the best you have and that's going to happen and is what you have to go out .. . "
Beside a yellow container of containers and within a Coach bag, this book was a small and indiscreet sight towards other worlds, in her gray life recyclable and Lidl bag did not think that would be ... would keep it as gold cloth by Maruja ... just ... think ...
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