The story of the dead people

In the dark streets of the gothic quarter of Barcelona, there was a lonely boy. Lonely because he hadn’t got father or mother and when he walk throught the street, the ghostly people didn’t pay attention at him. He speaked, showted moved, but nothing. One day he tryied to touch them but he couldn’t. The hand pierced the body like the wind.
He survied eating rats and dogs

lil wayne Blanded

BLANDED

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A day in my life!

In my life i have a very good day with my friend's rollers. I'm an my friends going to Girona in the skate park, I'm and my friend's going into cinema and looked a good films but in the night don't have train, to later i'm and my friend's go in the fair ,the fair it's very funny, After fair i'm and my friend's going to hause with taxi.