Mr. Urban Powell is a person with a compelling tenderness. His eyes have the power to fly by over the art of writing. Lee tenaciously and undeniable virtuosity share the writings of his colleagues in the letters. They, with the broad language, floating in the season of dreams, hoping to take a comfortable seat to relax watching the scenery of the experience, poetry, everyday. Make a long line, sometimes pushed by those who are further back, to take the ticket to reach and move along the tracks of your Inventren.
Some notes are calm, and wait their turn patiently. Other, more insistent they want to go first, not respecting the place they deserve. The arrogant and cocky, babble words of anger and contempt, believing very special.
Mr. Urban, tries to go reread selecting each of the entries and compile them into harmony. It is not an easy task to choose the order of the obituaries, because they behave competitively and whisper in his ear their desire to be finalists. Don Urban
At times you get tired of the fuss and has no desire to continue editing. The result is not precious.
Perhaps because they feel insecure, depressed, and her work is not remunerative.
addition, some messages are heavy, sticky and dense. Others, on the other hand are light and volatile, are the more unleash the imagination. In this universe
sautéed vowels and consonants, Mr. Urban continues its task of showing the writings of his friends.
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