Motherboard Mv 42 V 1,3 Ram

" I was trying to breathe, with his legs to his chest and arms that surrounded them. Inhale, exhale, and so again, but could not. That chest continued to rise furiously, taking away my breath, I'll cut off halfway and not go out anymore. He was there, leaning against the wall, with tears in his eyes for the effort. Then he remembered what he had seen in a movie and began to concentrate on the bed, the drawer under the mattress was a glossy green, the knobs had strange patterns around it and the paint was ruined by the many times that it was opened and closed, even beaten with kicks and punches. He looked at the pool, the white sheet where his sister slept soundly the night of his most peaceful, the other drawer where his clothes were all crowded, which were ordered right every time, went to his bed, with red bedspread, her mother had put him in power, because she did not like, but then in the context of the room was very nice.
The breathing became almost normal and she realized he had regained control. Stared at her soft arms around his thin legs. It seemed as if my wrists could not succeed to hold the weight of those feeble legs were so small, they seemed made of paper, a precious paper, ready to break at any time, with the bone protruding round slowly, in Depending on how he was turning his wrist watch or hid behind the shadows. He felt so, how that his little bone on the wrist. Seemingly fragile, thin, but still hard, break a bone because it is always difficult. He hid in the shadows of its past and disappeared in those moments of breath cut off, when to stand in the light was too painful, took refuge in his memories of anthrones, dusting and filled with light posts that were intended to remain in the dark. Redraw the boundaries, all tinged with bright colors, sometimes changing the image, gave him new tweaks and then admired the finished work, but when the heart began to ache, began to beat faster and faster, sliding more and more blood and vein at the wrist was crazy, that he felt the first, and then the breath is cut off when he saw nothing that this design redone, rebuilt, so good: with that angle of the light differently, with more defined boundary that was spectacular, it was work, but it was nothing but a silly plan of his mind and lungs that did not want to respond slowly erased everything, leaving that bitter in the mouth that tears were trying to thrown back down ... "