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Friday, May 30, 2008, 9:58 a.m.

Hi Luciana,

's funny because a few months ago I started to write an email to
never bring myself to finish . Ill a month, and the bed had much time to think
. I thought my time of life, in my relationship with
creation, and the relationship I have established different
women in my life, not just girls that I've been, but my sisters ,
mother, friends, etc.

For in that month in which both reflected but ultimately did not yield fruit
I expected, re-reading emails found yours. I thought,
all my heart that I was not treated fairly. At that time my
existence was somewhat desperate, dark, and he saw very clearly
where to shoot. This does not justify attitudes that I have not had it removed
beauty to the experience. Over recent years I have thought
lot over the years, and although I know they have been years of great suffering
, I look at them as sources of wisdom that I
chal an.

you like to know that in late 2006 I published my first book by a collective
, although t

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aacute; s real but also very inconsistent.
But it's summer, and three days ago I'm not going to work for an extended holiday at the lack of librews days of Christmas, and suddenly this sunny morning, while reading The name of the pink with my cat, I wanted to write here. So I deleted everything I had written before I would leap at the heart of just looking at it sideways. I like to think of a clean thing to write, and it sounds silly, but since I deleted the first day, where I wrote for so long, for a tickle fight with someone and not speak, I could not seem to rebuild harmony to findthen work in that place. Now it's more like writing on parchment sanded with pumice, the X-ray light of postmodernism, everything is transparent and invisible loot.
Everything is so strange to think of it sometimes, and not only me away years ago, maybe four or five, but only go back a year ago, I feel a strange ; eza hopeless with what I was, what I am. But all I was, would be good to leave out the ramifications.

for there hard to admit (it costs me), but this year was good in the background still dressed in terror, when I think. It was too long, especially mitad, winter, others spread over everything, everything covered with his thick gray. Now it's summer, and sometimes I feel that: any magical thing can happen any day! And sometimes, I have the need to get away galaxies, to feel that something magical can happen someday. Stopped some magical things happen. Like when that day on the subway a short-haired girl began to speak: play any musical instrument? And smiled. Now just because you're reading Anna Karenina, the seasons fly under my feet and when I remember I'm on arrival. I like this magic, but it has another co