Do You Capitalize Socialism Capitalism?

A Trip to Strasbourg ordinary Tuesday, without you, my Little Angel Bibou

was a Tuesday evening routine. Just had a few beers with colleagues Pullman.

Cecile was the Christmas of his company. back at 277 Leopold II, I begin to prepare something to eat.

After a while I think of you, my late Timothy. And then I start to cry like a madeleine overwhelmed by the sadness of your loss.

I'm trying to contain me, telling me that you've joined the land of angels . But there is nothing, my pain is too great, my little darling Bibou.

What fucking injustice. Nothing will ever explain it or completely erase our pain, we your parents worshiped.

and Cecile Clement, forever your mom and dad .