noche_reina @ 2006-01-17T17:37:00
I'm not that well be called Princess, not anymore. But let's pretend ...
My palace: The body, whose Barbican would not be the head, but ... With mazes that sometimes my illness.
My Fairy: The joy. Full of laughter, with a light that casts no shadows.
My Executioner: impossible dream.
spell: Be like Sisyphus when I insisted, only I can change strategy at times.
Ogre: El Verdugo, which sometimes makes the dignity and claims to be true.
Prince: Come on, that princes do not exist! ...
Colorado, bunting ... This story came to an end.
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