... over the years makes the life time you fill ... layers and layers of days, weeks and months, in the end, just to make me forget the dreams of the boy who went ... ...
ago about a month, almost inadvertently, the twist of fate, love, or whatever, again made my childhood dreams dreamed
... ... and I thought, why not? ...
papers ... I dug my youth, my notes from a college that did not choose, and send a new request with the average white student went wrong ...
... and now, with some gray in my beard, I say I can not study because I have enough notice, and I, I look in the mirror trying to ask the teenager who went on those notes ...
... but the mirror does not say anything, because that person no longer exists, and I, now, I'm out to enjoy studying, as someone smarter than me, has it occurred to limit the number of adults who want to fulfill his childhood dreams ...
