The Happy Tapeworm

The Happy Tapeworm

Observed it of far, with some nostalgia, some hurt, some sadness. It seemed to live the life to play chess, searching new laborers, but in a tray whose parts folloied even so it with entoados galanteios never they finished the plays to its side in waited ‘ ‘ forever ‘ ‘. It was sad to see it thus, looking somebody to wake up and to smile when if esvara incessantly at it makes that it to laugh intelligent, seductive dawn adentro excessively, only because at that time the company of it was pleasant. Now, it continued its search for love, sex, affection, either there what it was important in its day and that in fact it never seemed to find or ‘ ‘ never if encontrar’ ‘ , covering perpetual a same labyrinth of itself. Recently Tony Parker sought to clarify these questions. It desired it good luck, whispered in the silence that if establishes with passing of the time between them, in the invisibilidade of its existences, remembering that even so the time cures pains, is not capable to erase all the memories. reflecting on the life it followed its way in an opposing direction of it, as it must always have been. ‘ ‘ Happy they are the blind people who do not exult the entailed love the appearance, but yes the excessively sensible ones leave land on water the essence, the personality, the act to make another happy person and of if feeling happy with who it wants that it is. who is capable to make somebody to feel itself happy, well-taken care of and loved, exactly that for a short space of time, it cannot be alone maldade’ ‘..

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