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When I learned of his sudden death, I was not surprised. << She threw herself into the void >> said Mrs. Emilia on the phone, with the voice of a mother who breaks down, apologized without

I always liked big men, hairy, with thick beards and a hardened chest. Rafael, although he had children's ideals, surpassed me in height, in density; its consistency was broad, thick. His anatomy, naked,

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</ center> << Let the time run fast >>. I thought with cold hands. With the watery chest. But it was me who ran fast with the dance of her hair in the air. << That I bald the time

The meeting, in short, was unappetizing. That café, decorated with gypsies, gave me the unpleasant sensation of being surrounded by the destitute scenery of some video of Shakira in the nineties. From

J'aime voir comment je me sens tard, sombre. La belle chose que je ne vois pas quand mes lèvres, face cachée, mendient des moments. Comme j'ai été malheureux à Santiago, comme j'ai été heureux à Santiago.

"The distant places / They were always his favorites. Maybe because she / He was one of them. "

<< Put something of Vivaldi >> he said with a streaky look, with the eyes of someone who cakes in the oblivion of his stories. << I like drugging myself with classical music >>.

I like you more more, dressed / because you are through time through the things we do not see I like your cherry nipples / your navel half asleep the thirty-three ways in which you crack your mouth when

There was once a mother who had two daughters, Rosa the eldest and Dalia the youngest; the mother had divorced and she was left alone with the girls and had to go to work to take them out and look after