Uno no sabe lo que es la vida hasta que desnuda por primera vez a una mujer. Botón a botón, como si pelase usted un boniato bien calentito en una noche de invierno.

I quizzed him a lot on this point and i suspect the truth was that it was like a lot of things at that age: you don't have any clear reason, you just do it. You do it because you think it might get a laugh, or because you want to see if it'll cause a stir. And when you're asked to explain afterwards, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

If you&#39;re too smart it can limit you because you spend so much time thinking that you don&#39;t do anything.

ficou algum tempo quieto. Por fim, disse: — Eu choro por

Written By Paulo Coelho

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