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mine ... Once again ....

I started writing an introduction and shouting appeared in the Labyrinth, the Minotaur and Ariadne hanging exorbitant at me because I knew if the thread was for it. I wanted to slip a reflection, colorful for some retrospection, moved by some confidence, I spent two days and roaring and howling transfigured owned by at least 12 monkeys. Wanted to talk about the differences, different, a bit of my music, me.
And once I stopped calling and stopped calling me, and spent so long that I missed so I said how long have you not called? Añares, should make Anar. And I called and I attended and could not believe it because believe it or not healed only blood I had left so I said hello is it me? Is the field? Is it the day? Is it the morning? Is it time? Is it the dawn? Or are your eyes looking at me again? Or are your dreams again in your pillow? And I answer: ask me wait for me and I change my path, turn back time. If you get lost looking for me to meet again, if you fall I'll hold you and wait again. Several feet to walk with different crib nacer, diferente la tumba también, pare en el hotel”Los Cactus” y veo un libro abandonado en un banco. El viento pasa sus páginas. Tengo curiosidad por saber qué libro es, pero esperaré educadamente a que el viento termine de leerlo.

Otra vez el verano me esta visitando “Aquí estoy” me dije. Y recordé mi voz. La brisa de Enero a la orilla llegó, la noche del tiempo sus horas cumplió.

¿Estás bien conmigo?

Sí.

¿Y no te aburres?

No.

Pero no estamos haciendo nada.

Sí estamos haciendo something.
What? We
together.
For the good things shine like a sunny morning, before my eyes shine like a sunny morning. Rain is to dream, Amelia always in the clouds at the top of my cold boundary. It was time to know who I was, and how things are back to be in place.
I say this at the time of brevity, the threshold at which we may or may not continue this journey together.

Tarea de Lengua, armar un texto con pedasos de otros textos y que al fin terminan haciendo una pequeña biografía de los textos y de uno mismo. Lo mio fue eso.

Una semana llena de emociones, ganas de encerrarme en un cuarto oscuro y ahí quedarme sola, sin un ruido... pero mi novia no me lo permitio, conseguí psicóloga... me hizo hablar aun no sabiendo si empezaba con ella, me dio confianza, seguridad y contención... la semana que viene arranco. La UNI, ahi anda, media enclenque, pero es por mi estado en general se que ya va a pasar.

El recital de Laura hermoso con algun que otro problema pero in short, beautiful ... photo left here at the end ....