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I could never even think that the render that kept me alive so long wound me so much and so slowly.

disgusts me your every gesture of contempt and I will be a gap which oxidizes and creates crostra that never heals. Never. And on top of ant'm still in your nest for the utopian belief damn, when you should walk a thousand miles of this redoubt. But where am I going? I have no place.

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believe in respect and not to run, to run it and not charge him. Welcome. As a black bug without direction or prescribed cadence. Being a bitch ant shit and not have bug company less than three forests around. Because I found in that ppg, have wanted to show the depths of the video, having smelled Monterrubio, because in 36 hours not enough time for more. Having lived so long and now have to smell both dead.

For all this I feel disgust that fills me and I drown in the shit that surrounds us. To you and me.

Ant I became, you know, and you're bigger. Neither I nor I can or I will, no damage. For a lot of shit I will always want to eat vomit and reconsider, because I will not but believe in the impossible. And this is it. But nothing is, therefore, believe in it.

seek not just a friendly greeting between an ant and a wild animal either. Not anymore. Just look for your honesty, for pride only creates obstruction and nothing else. Pride is not until it bursts into a single and then [...]¿ that ?[...] not deserve.

I suffer the evil of masochism and the same hatred generate me turn it into love later vomiting and I have to swallow.

remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and fingers. animal I hope to never be your kind and have you, however, as a reference in what. remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and legs. But I hope and desire, never to be me tingling actor.

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Ant walked hajar built a shelter where the shelter from gusts of wind to be incapable of going through their drifts beyond privacy. Tired of searching insect nests to quench their withdrawal, knew how to listen.

Listen to the Wind is a complex but interesting. It sounds abstract but it's nice to hear any stupid, tiny and dark. The words turn out to be pleasant temperature gas layers oscialnte that make you go up and down qual bird without direction or destination.

Hear the Wind is a highly desirable and therapeutic insectitos that kind of tingling. Kabyle made me listen. Kabyle and back in my attempt to hide in the mound I never had and which I thought was so necessary. Standardization, how right.

But I'm still low ant and insect flight. But you still wind and strong effect agent. But now is the wind that causes tingling and Ant breeze after those who avoid drift.

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These ten days of August are thought to be devoted to reviewing my "novel" if it happens to be, and update blogs, hanging some of the many entries that I have outstanding ... but there was something unexpected and painful.

Guillermo Martín great guitarist and a better person, whom he knew for more than twenty years, died on Friday 19. It was a death foretold, after more than two years of fighting cancer, but no less dramatic. Sorry especially Gaby (his wife) and Fernando (brother), for sharing their struggle and be with him until the end must have been very hard. Especially for Gaby, in the words of William "was to be the mother of his children." He, at least, is no longer suffering but still Gaby Fernando them is a stretch of pain to go.

still remember when I said he had met the woman of his life and he was leaving Madrid to move to Zaragoza, the city of her. And I remember when I met her at a concert of Jaime Urrutia of several I attended during the summer of 2002. And I remember many moments that go much further in time, and maybe someday I can share with her.

I'm sorry I had the opportunity to see him at least once, because the last time we talked on the phone, I was angry with him a little. I would have liked to have been the last thing between us was a kiss, a smile and some friendly conversation, riddled with the jokes I used to ... was difficult to talk seriously with him, and so was upset it was a great person who knew how to make love, so sorry he's gone.