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I had a boyfriend-friend-lover that he liked u2.
The truth I, as a good ewe in musical matters, one hundred percent poppy, I just liked it and again went on the radio. That

boyfriend-friend-lover always made me little notes and gave me pretty good things hoping that one day cease to be a daughter of a bitch and accept him as a stable relationship. That never happened. But in the way of love-hate relationship that brought him to my door again and again, I taught this song by U2 that took as long hymn Walk on ... which at first brought the phrase that gives name to one of the best albums I've heard in my life: All That You Can not Leave Behind.

Then he was able to teach me to remember about streets have no name, which often causes dizziness scream that there are stories in thunderstorms, to live the love seems to sing a thousand times: With or without you ...

thousand things could go through my mind now. The truth is that it had not been able to spend much money on tickets to go to listen ... But I admit that rang all day Walk on in my mind ...

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I like.

sounded in my mind that song:

"I like, taste you, what I want you already know" ...

But the sea as loving as long as I left, as the foam that the only thing quería era mantenerme alejada lo más posible.

Ya en las alturas volvió a manera de susurro: "tocarte el pelo, verte desnuda. La única luz, a la luz de la luna". Cerré los ojos y me quise dormir, la luna no me dejaba, se reía de mi.

"Porque al sol de tu cuerpo, yo le traigo ganas". Un ron por favor, pido a la azafata. "Que yo me pongo moreno, de aquí a mañana, de aquí a mañana". Mañana lunes.

"Cierra tu ventana azul"..."Y mejor no me digas nada". Voy a la cama, once de la noche.

Te juro que me pongo mi traje de ilusión, aunque de aquí en un año, no vuelva a recordar nada.

Words Of Wisdom New Baby

Close encounters with the past I

"Life, they say, is composed of small wishes fulfilled."

remember well, because you know, my thing is to remember, that my paternal grandfather smelled of ash mixed with the smell of mountain. I can not say more. Her voice was warm and lavish me to believe that anyone who had the gift of teaching, it would seem to him. I listened carefully ... I read "Snow White."

also remember my paternal grandfather. Straw hats and cane did not want to use. Their goodies hidden on the side of your bed and you're eyes that though small, seemed to have seen both. I used to tell stories about when hunting. Was food jokes ... It made me believe that life was a commotion and that smile was worth more tired but true that millions nonsense.

The desire to remember sometimes just should not have a purpose. Just one wish fulfilled: Evoke.

I do not know, I firmly believe that the past will always be remembered more for the mind is determined to repeat scenes to know the background of what really happened.

But, I believe. I'm just a lawyer with aspirations to end, ever, yet his novel.