It could have been my weight, unfortunately this is not the case 
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58 kg is the summary of a life spent in foreign territory, this country reminds me of the cold hostility of some of these citizens to foreigners or even among themselves, this country will never be mine but a country that I started love for all its faults and I almost considered home.
58kg is just if it contains some clothes, trinkets for the immediate family and close friends for the memories. 58 kg for the years I lived here, it's almost a crime, which bring, what to leave? My favorite heart that I found in this flea market or the small stuff so vital for my father? Damn, still we must choose!
58 kg but is somewhat large at a time. It was like the feeling of leaving behind his life and was an empty feeling, the same feeling I had when leaving my country so beautiful. It's amazing what you can adapt quickly. I constantly complained to me that I wanted to go home, actually about to leave my other home I have nostalgia for times gone by.
58kg, it is mainly to say that my life here I will miss what is really just an excuse
. The hours spent on the Promenade des Anglais to contemplate the sea is strangely miss me more than soccer, kebab or royal deluxe, spending more hours in front of it talking with all these people around the world, more shopping or balances .....
I took month sabbatical to go home, I have chosen the period
, I thought that spend months of idleness I am well served! And to paraphrase another, "pay attention to head, that you are not bombarded there "
. 58 kg is the summary of a life spent in foreign territory, this country reminds me of the cold hostility of some of these citizens to foreigners or even among themselves, this country will never be mine but a country that I started love for all its faults and I almost considered home.
58kg is just if it contains some clothes, trinkets for the immediate family and close friends for the memories. 58 kg for the years I lived here, it's almost a crime, which bring, what to leave? My favorite heart that I found in this flea market or the small stuff so vital for my father? Damn, still we must choose!
58 kg but is somewhat large at a time. It was like the feeling of leaving behind his life and was an empty feeling, the same feeling I had when leaving my country so beautiful. It's amazing what you can adapt quickly. I constantly complained to me that I wanted to go home, actually about to leave my other home I have nostalgia for times gone by.
58kg, it is mainly to say that my life here I will miss what is really just an excuse
. The hours spent on the Promenade des Anglais to contemplate the sea is strangely miss me more than soccer, kebab or royal deluxe, spending more hours in front of it talking with all these people around the world, more shopping or balances ..... I took month sabbatical to go home, I have chosen the period
, I thought that spend months of idleness I am well served! And to paraphrase another, "pay attention to head, that you are not bombarded there " 
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