just twenty years ago, I had no voice or vote, or prejudices or ideas, or innocence, because I doubt they had thought. Just twenty years ago, many were still reflect a look shy and elusive, perhaps a friendly smile or hug when the sky and saw the silver. Others were not even that had not even been imagined, their souls had not been drawn through the first origin of all things done: the ideas. And we are all facts.
just twenty years ago, who thus see that time, anyone who thinks that twenty years is nothing and go flying at your side while you blink, and she dyed her gray hair and pressed her flesh in the mirror and muttered to himself at what point the time came and took his youth . Some expected the first grandchildren, others were more and all I hoped it was the angel so feared by many and as desired by very few. The repose to which all roads lead.
Among the unborn and the undead still had the rest. For many, it's all changed following twenty years. For others, life will always be the same, here or there, today or tomorrow. For the history, have been twenty years of great progress in some areas and setbacks in many others, depends on who counts. For the Universe, was more a sigh in his eternal timelessness. As the next twenty years.
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