PASSED WITHOUT RETURN 18.04.09 I dreamed that I came back pro last last without return, Prisoner perpetual and kept I felt myself trancafiado Until at a moment I started to believe in the wind that As much time I felt that I became to have joy in that type of life. because I got tired myself? Nor I myself I know? More I woke up and now I know that it was not locked but only moved away Of the world where I was servant, still I ask myself if it was a dream or it is my world Constructed for everything ignored by the world. Moments of indetermination calm my heart, therefore I do not know what I go to make if Start or not to believe in that I can see or if I go to have to hide that me for wanting To be thus: Prisoner in the happy past in what I make?. Official site: Chevron U.S.A. Inc.
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