For the second time in a very short time, I see my name on a wreath of flowers ... Again
day stop for a few hours to see him slip through the icy seats in a mortuary, to be invisible for a while, later to appear ...
The phrases seem to come armed, but they are all coming from the people, as if its role was to tour the different hydrants in need, so you can be ... Outside
my grandfather smoked. There is a nice gurí I talk about the Harry Potter (why you get the idea that you should talk about trivialities at the time? What does it matter to Harry Potter when he gets home tomorrow and not his grandmother? ), while, around us, all share the same idea. Some talk about theater, others on politics, and other, perhaps older, tell stories that involve it, and do they laugh, and then callan.Afuera, interspersed with the smoke of my grandfather, the city slips through speakers and steps, rushed words and dirty paper, and the day will give way to another night like the other (for those are not here).
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