My name is myself.
My address is in me.
My registration of person is this body, which is in heaven and is garden.
My overall record was not registered and therefore, since my birth in the day of March, a great magic, everything that is not numbered.
My phone goes busy, because a family of birds made a nest
well in my line of wire and, since then, there is only nest
the song of a mother who wait.
To talk to me, but even after the spring, when the birth of the new bird.
My training, follows a path amateur.
Since I insist on love.
The training that interests me is the emotional
etc ... and such.
My current activities are:
think in life, find outlets and find entries for this enormous desire to live and love.
Finally, my personal references, it is better that I do not say, or you ask anyone ...
They will always mais.Mais true, is that you find in living with me, my temper, my madness, my tenderness, my uneasiness ...
For me the point is not enough.
I'm not final, perhaps a semicolon;
All my body speaks
I say, every piece, every time.
The tremor shake the hands of
Circumflex on the circumference of the eye
Til I have a widow in the heart, which assedia the cedilla in their sonhos.Sou exclamation from head to toe!
The question, in my view, ornament is, where the head always wants, and the soul, it would be tough?
Redeem the reluctance in contos ... loose ...
Crasis the harsh punishments such compulsive hands
Two points, on the other line, paragraph,
Open quotes, indent:
"I make a parenthesis here (comma), acute pain that is not to feel what I and raises" (close quote).

I delight in those who did address in my heart, at all times celebrates the pleasure of experiencing life in each pore, the liquidity of the emotions I drink them because my world is heavy with deep feelings of tides abysmal taste, transfer and hold the strength of the prosperity and living inside my love, love unconditionally all emanate peace and all that, I am in doubt of that which is tomorrows and daughter of this universe, the love plot to dwell relentlessly cells and dreams.
So am I
So dear friend of truth ... From heart and soul