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The tiredness close these little round eye lids. I have no holes for you, and that hurts more than the boring hours in front of the blue, turned into a ball of ice cream pajamas and members, over a white blanket that sometimes escape pumas goose flying without a warrant for the entire room. The rights and duties absorbed us both, I much as you, and we no longer remain idle hours to spend looking at that blade of grass that has grown new, or, as hacíamso before, we saw as it was green fields with the recent rains. But looked at from another corner, the hours we have together from this month will be times when we are two persons with sufficient minutes to avoid wasting any. Without dialogue that only serve to fill silences, no vices, without hatred, without occupation, without regard as to scratch the dirt from the windows, or clean the radiator on the inside because we do not know what else we could do in those moments .
Now our disaster is to take it all with humor. The laughter will be in the most unexpected moments and look at the faces of others Undeterred, directly to the pupil. We thank you for everything that goes wrong because everything is already wrong from the start and succeed in quenching the thirst of defeat is so fond of the night. Our time will be a sea Travel to routes that have not yet done, pictures still do not have in mind. A succession of highways and roads impassable, candy, chocolate bars and reading aloud of the poets who both love. Baudelaire and Garcia Marquez will be will be 'Affect in the night' and one hundred eighty degrees. Twisted tales will Cortázar and gatherings on social issues.
now be all smaller but more intense. Provocas
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