Javier de Luna Image: Atelier.
Whenever something happened in my life I missed. The more powerful have been further from the site. I do not remember, or to look good, who gave me my first kiss, where or when. And to learn that I had lost my virginity do it twice because I missed the first. Word.
In the last drag as well. Bronchitis with this shit I could not vote and quit,
Organize an end. A ritual. A something. The last cigarette and leave behind a lifetime of nerves on the radio. When that cigarette "before" was the liturgy. Cigarette and a coffee later in the writing of The Day, four years of my life by giving to the key, the first typewriter, after Mac taught us to use Mariano Gistaín an entire generation.
In more recent times tacaco, share a few puffs into the Mamma Mia, with the discreet "no look" Luca. Go on each cigarette in a quiet and faint road trip to Santiago.
Only smoke-never ignore the "monkey joins smoking and how to share a couple of cigarettes.
But smoking kills. And I have not been smoking the last drag before the end of 2010. In fact, even as of today I could take solid food. ... But be careful that nothing happens grave. They are fighting the virus killing of hunger.
And while I'm out of the last puff of 2010, as large delicatessen I had access to oxygen-free bar, y. .. I missed the New Year's Eve Party with Eduardo. Edward, who is convinced that if I take a mix between something like bleach is mixed with lemon will kill the virus.
's not that I distrust him. But I get a bad feeling ...
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