It will be that they really find that they are well? The mirror does not disclose its deformation? More than what a change in the expression, pulled eyes as the Asians, they lose the main one, the identity that its well most valuable one. I see a series of robots in industrial scale. It does not come nor to the case if the lips seem beios, if the apples of the face jump to the eyes and of pra if to see to one kilometer of distance, if exactly in one velrio seems to be smiling of so strained. What they recognize to if looking in the mirror? They had been changedded into other people. One ruga in the forehead is part of my history. No matter how hard I wanted that it disappeared in a magician pass, I know that it is there. I can deceive who to want little same me. I was to a esteticista that insisted I to make a clareamento of skin in the body.
It explained the process all, would be some sessions, creams, solar filter factor 60. I only was there for making a massage. Later that it dried the throat and spent all its salivas to convince trying me, was until the mirror, looked at well and liked what vi. Each freckle, and is many, is a souvenir of a beach that I was. Each dot is one day of sun that I was as a strained lizard reading a good book. I do not want to lose none of these memories.
Taste of my small spots, sardines, manchinhas and I do not open hand of the sun in hypothesis some. I decided to mark a consultation with a dermatologist because of an allergy. The medical one was a pretty young woman was impossible to identify its age. Half that it was plasticized.