as already proposed to introduce in my first blog "Logbook of an optimistic , when I was small, the question of what would be more, he answered without shame that" Unusual. " As I said then too, such extravagance child has a fairly prosaic explanation and today, I've had a good friend of my second stage of university (I will tell you, now, but I guess not surprised that you say you could not make good me in El Escorial ...) it was she who encouraged me to share with you.
my mother tells me, when I was child television aired a documentary biography of the biggest stars of film which chronicled the life of love and luxury of all. Flaunting the glamor of those divas who rubbed shoulders with the crème de la crème, traveled by Rolls Royce, eating caviar, is adorned with the best bright and slept with whom they pleased between silk sheets, always divine them, all delicacy and good taste.
The series was titled "Women's unusual." So I, I put a towel like a turban exhibiting an unusual sense of drama, maybe a girl but very typical of me in any case, what I wanted being was an Elisabeth Taylor or Gina Lollobrigida or why not my favorite of them all: a Marilyn Monroe.
But you see, what we have been ... and I do not mean just by me but by four.
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