It is October and already reservations are offered for the communions. The calendar is piled between parties, rites and traditions. In my childhood a course was communicated for the first time before now. I had 7 autumns and I still lacked months to discover that the kings are the parents. From this infant innocence I went to the church in May of 81 to receive the Lord, the day after the assault on the Central Bank, the year of 23-F, of rape oil…
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It is October and already reservations are offered for the communions. The calendar is piled between parties, rites and traditions. In my childhood a course was communicated for the first time before now. I had 7 autumns and I still lacked months to discover that the kings are the parents. From this infant innocence I went to the church in May of 81 to receive the Lord, the day after the assault on the Central Bank, the year of 23-F, of rape oil…