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03 Sep
You looked good
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You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

22 Sep
A message from my outbox

It was so nice to hear back from you! Don’t apologize. I don’t hold grudges for people taking long to reply. Mostly because I can understand perfectly how it is to look at that email and say: I’ll answer properly later [time goes by FAST] —oops, now it’s too late. Honestly I don’t feel like an extraordinary person

26 Jan
Nicaragua: revolution and boots

Madre mía, está siendo difícil encontrar el tiempo para contarlo, sobre todo por algo que sucedió durante el viaje, pero en Murcia.


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