that afternoon I saw a hat adorned with shade making the neckline and barely drew breasts careful volume so insufferable remembered more than ever on a desire on which seized the songs ... the black smoke damaged taxis life ... we were going as waste, while slow in a hurry to along the beach and palm trees mixed with light poles, cracks in the sidewalk before a rude sun staining the wall with his legs crossed and greasy light ... life smelled barbecue in the middle of a crying drunk blues rancheras to see the city at dawn and watch the idiots transit: from left to right with a full belly and heart slowed by fat between paragüitas chips and putting the outdoor bars ... away from the traffic lights where begging. Saturday 8.
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