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I do not see, I was not.

My ex-boyfriend, the poet continues to write poems. Similar to those sold by weight in Coyoacan. He felt that time was still the same and we have not changed one iota since the contraceptive pill could sold in pharmacies.

felt like the carousel of life he had been arrested, making a black hole that absorbs all matter and that remains suspended in the geeks know where.

I felt a little afraid that I continue writing stories of fairy tales, where women are always after a journey full of shrines to her prince charming. I just love the old term was filled with butter my desk and my keyboard, preventing each paragraph had even a little reality.

I was amazed, after analyzing vaguely different to surprise, to find things to write to me or to others less pretentious but that tonito affable affection is appreciated in a text of Rosario Castellanos, for example.

I was not able to say (but mostly writing) I am a writer, because then it would be hypocritical for criticizing Dulce Maria do while their laserantes and phrases seem to be taken by society to refer sarcastically immersed tragedy in a statement allegedly romantic.

And while I will write the next Romeo & Juliet, at least I know that I have advanced.

So I do not see, I was not who wrote that "the saddest lines tonight," are full of coincidences "Flare fantastic. "Far from it I hope you can move the world with a couple of people read (and sometimes require me) my stories.

And.