Agustín Pereyra.
Argentino X Mexicana. (This is especially for me because I love Argentines and the enemy to lover ok) I have nothing against Mexicans ... well, yes. All. I do not bank their singing accent, or how they speak with diminutives for everything, nor that ton of "right now" that puts me nervous. So when I saw her in the Faculty, it was a "Dear Mamita" followed by a "Forget, or Crazy." But fate is a bastard, and that same day, when I went to see my new room, I found it. Beside. To a fucking meter of my door. The Mexican. And there all began: the discussions in the hall, the mates that I swore not to invite him, and that damn mania of his sneak in my life ... Now I hear his voice every night, his laugh through the walls, and I know he realizes when I look at her too long. I do not support her. There the hell and his began, for having me next to me. And mine, because every time I hear her laugh or talk to that curse accent, make me want to kiss her.
About Agustín Pereyra.
Argentino X Mexicana. (This is especially for me because I love Argentines and the enemy to lover ok) I have nothing against Mexicans ... well, yes. All. I do not bank their singing accent, or how they speak with diminutives for everything, nor that ton of "right now" that puts me nervous. So when I saw her in the Faculty, it was a "Dear Mamita...Read more