“Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are, it solely relies on what you think.”
Born 8 June 1996
The is a very dear His Friends
He currently lives in Barranquilla
Likes The Dance, The Acting, The Film,
Study In C.C.M.C.
For 10 Degree
He dreams of traveling and seeing the world
My Happiness Is The Music
He says that when he grows It will be a Hollywood celebrity
Well boys and girls already knew a little about me
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Walk for a wonderful day.
This autumn day and appeared!
In cold sun illuminates the sky and from my window azulísimo observed
the streets and trees. The streets are gray and the trees are
dyed autumn. Looks like a child's drawing.
Life is so simple.
Mothers with infants spend multicolored and executives with briefcases
crocodile leather. Students never really studied
and old holding hands of their old.
In my window grow beautiful and energetic red cardinals
and small avocado. And clay figurines Peruvian, Mexican,
Chilean, Danish and Greek dance delicately between them.
Jakeline awake and then clothe and shelter us well, we go
walk through this wonderful day.
We are happy.
Go to Royal Mail Danes with her is a delight. And the Royal Bank
Danish, much better. You have two possibilities: either frustration mourn
or laugh out loud. We choose the latter.
The very long lines of people, impatient and moody, we do
smile. The aggressive and unsympathetic cashier give you a good morning!
friendly and courteous.
We visited the Valby train station. There locomotives already rendered and
oxidized resting their old ages how to enormous metal insects
sides of the railway lines. And young and gorgeous trains pirouetting
to attract the attention of the passengers asleep half of waiting.
And machines are about to retire, taking it slow coming
slow but promptly at the station.
Jakeline farewell with a kiss because you have to go to work and I'm
happy walking towards the kingdom's capital, Copenhagen. And here it is,
as always, with their archaic Royal House of the Municipality and the Strøget,
the famous walkway.
Now I feel even happier walking down this beautiful place. I get to
Puerto Nuevo, which is a monument of boats and local intenacionales
very old buildings to the Hans Christian Andersen, painted all of celestial
blue, orange and pink, all with white windows and symmetrical
and assorted potted flowers.
And beyond the sea that leads to the rest of Scandinavia and the entire planet.
Suddenly I realize that I have strayed too far from Valby. Tome
The taxita is Pakistani and speaks as such. So Rolling the tongue every
Once pronounces a erre. He speaks perfect English and Danish bad. Is talkative
and I'll leave monologue wearing my "aha", my "clear" and my "do not tell me"
with perfect accuracy.
Already on Valby Square again and sit on a bench to catch his breath.
It's noon and the long street was flooded with pedestrians. I enjoy
This tangle of humans and dogs. I feel like singing and humming "Good
morning, good morning good morning ah! "by the Beatles.
The miracle workers always surprised passersby with its impressive
surealistas arts: Henrik, the Viking who has already lived a thousand years, wrinkled as a raisin,
juggles his splendid iron sword, sticking sparks clouds
rainbows and giving away pieces of the children gasped. The Islands multillizas
Faro, Susanne, Susanna, Roxane, Roxane, Marianne, Marianna, and Sabianna Sabianne
levitate above the tops of the trees in the square singing the Ode to Joy
Beethoven. Fatima, Amira, Adeba and all the other little girls also sing Somali
nursery rhymes and dance conjuring air goldfish. And Chato
Vazquez Magellan famous Chilean miracle, distributed handfuls of gold coins
pure competition causing chaos in financial position of the Kingdom of Denmark.
Beside me sat a beautiful woman. I watch and she flippantly
I said laughing "Yes, it's a wonderful day, not."
He tells me his name is Marlene. He tells me his life in two minutes and I
occasionally asks who I am, where I come from and where I'm going ...
She stands up and hands me a hand, "let's have a coffee?".
It lives in the Swedish city of Malmo, half an hour of Valby. She's a surgeon
and works at the Hospital of the Kingdom. I like coming to Valby window shopping, meet
people and see the miracles. Speak with a delicious Danish and Swedish accent is like listening to Liv
Ullman at some film of Ingmar Bergman.
This Marlene is a miracle he did not want to lose. I tell you and give me a kiss
on the front and your phone number. She tells me about her husband and Svend
and at home I tell Jakeline and she gives me a kiss on the mouth.
Start slowly darken with a light orange. Dined conger
with parsley sauce and roasted potatoes. We wash the dishes in silence and went to bed
on my couch slowly staying asleep.
But before dormise, Jakeline whispers in my ear "Every human being has,
of the law, the right to enjoy a wonderful day, despite wars,
ecological chaos, famine, lack of money, abuse of power, the miseries ... "
Upon awakening, Jakeline is gone and a new day of autumn already appeared. By
my window I see the miracle of life, the simplicity and perfection. As a
empty bench surrounded by autumn trees waiting quietly in