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But without Jorge Javier Alcaide or latet.
today I say goodbye to you.
The good: That again.
The bad: You do not know when.

I had started taking this as an obligation. I sat at the computer, as I am now and I racked my brain thinking of something that you smile or make you interested. I was satisfied and pleased me. I wanted that moment, in the afternoon or late in the day on non-stop drumming and even crying with laughter while my mind was writing what I dictated. Now there

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I still want to read them all. I like hearing from you, with your real or fabricated stories. I was very glad to have met personally with more than one of you. Have shared roof, concerts and bottles on the beach. Having accepted
fantastic goodies just for doing favors not cost me anything. Having enjoyed
overnight plunge rods sorrows. Returning favors for doing so hell of a header like mine.

But I do not want to write more. My mind is squeezed. I miss this, what I miss most now. I want my mind overflow issues, is overflowing with calving and filled with imagination. Thank you

enjoyed my crap, my experiences, my affairs, my adventures in Madrid, my concerts.
Thank you, because you have made me see the world from another perspective. Thanks for having discovered that he had not heard music in my life. Thanks for letting me read your parallel lives.

See you soon, I promise.

But for now, enjoy my silence.

Ah, certainly not what you have said.
I'm in love.

De Mr. Cellophane.