Pneumonia Menstruation

"Sentirsi oh Dio morir! / E non poter dir May; / mi sento Mori ... God! feel die / without ever being able to say / I'm dying, "said Metastasis in its melodrama Antigone ... I'm not good at autobiography that I should relate this story for me too close for me to ensure free. It would have taken myself to you, you mean so much kill I am well aware of the shortcomings of my story ... Although knowing how it would be necessary, I do not like about me: thus by shame that I have told you of the many incidents since April 11, I suffered.

I know that their story would have given animation to the story that is too free, it would have strengthened his plot, made the suspense is missing ... It was too

put me in the center and give you what you could not be expected without: my mail theft in my mailbox, breaking the bezel front of my vehicle, loss of my credit card from my wallet and folders in my Office of the burglary Bégude, various attacks ... all materials to spice up this story that, prudishness, I killed. Yet, what about for example, this recent morning where to go to the airport, leaving early from my building I discovered a young man, wear a suburb north-peaked cap broken, t-shirt under a CK synthetic sweat, tennis Puma mobile phone to your ear ... - who, on guard outside my door, seemed to expect because, feigning indifference, his curious balanced approach, he followed me to my car and then joined by a sidekick on a scooter, took me spinning up conspicuously in the city limits disappear suddenly in any artery of the suburbs when it was relayed by a black BMW with tinted windows that never left me to the airport.