I'd forgotten about you. you are very quiet lately. admit your guilt. you have been too aloof. I'm away, it's true. But you did not do anything to remind me of your presence. a trill, email notification, I know. yes, I've never given an address. I know. the fact is that I never even gave an address on facebook, so to speak. and as always contact me instead. facebook you know him? is a very insistent, I say. probably would not go very well. you're like opposites. I tried never to speak to you and hope you do not have discovered. until it locates you you do not exist, and will be best for you. remain silent until that day that you discover and you do not swallow, until that day. that Mark Zuckerberg the belly of Jonah's whale and 500 million including myself, disconnected serial besieged by the ghosts of the past. tonight I thought I'd tease him, you know. and to write to you. and to know my taste in music only to you, you listen in silence. your comments that you keep them for yourself innocent. I decided to listen to you one of the most rubbish songs of the last millennium. sold all the slogans the world and all the publicity. dedicated bypassed without explicit request. although this is not paved. in my opinion. was in a compilation that I had given my father. he did not know who had made the compilation. he found the tape in a country house and had taken it. then I gave it because that day is 10 years old and someone, not he, had seen fit to give me a walkman but I did not know what to do because I had nothing to listen to and I did not know what to listen for the truth, 10 years. cristina 10 years of oats had gone down and not take that and east 17 had yet arisen. that happy period it was. I was pleased with the Walkman because it seemed cool to walk with headphones, in 10 years. headphones black headband with metallic kick in the head, not the headphones, which did not exist, or that otherwise I would not have taken into consideration because I think there was just an aesthetic advantage in the headphones very visible on the outside. and in fact a compilation of songs from the first place but now I want to thank you because you put at the disposal unlimited characters to present things and do not force me to count the words. even those that are not essential as these. tolerances.'re more in this essential, even if you are not "essential". indeed. we can not more of these souls that hang from the wires of the network. I am sure that even you do not any more. and we like to know who is the "Bolo" that made the compilation, what else has done in his life besides writing his name on the label of the box. not searched on Google. and if we seek him there would be. luckily it. understood in very difficult times that we must close the shutters, sometimes. and leave to others the freedom not to watch. I think of him without being able to really think, in the absence of references that will allow me to think of anything or anyone, I'll always remember the food bolus, one thing I did learn during those years in elementary school. I think the mother of a girlfriend of the time that every time he invited me to lunch I repeated a proverb in Latin, which meant that the first digestion occurs in the mouth. perhaps I too chewed with his mouth open and I was not as educated, who knows. Bolo with the jaws and ears, forget everything, like who discovers for the first time this stuff here, a slap to the models hungry on the wild side of the road, your car is stronger metaboloca
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