And it was. It seemed cold winter, not by fear seeping through my veins when the heat pressed wine zippers night. I was there. It was almost 10 September and embraced a handful of bark. From there it was all talk, wine, and very, very excited to discover the funniest presentation. The firm's finest rookie more gamer, the most ingenious thought. Of rain that would emerge in the form of water, but came with the three hours that we spent last night near a certain Recaredo.
moments in which I spoke to Marta. Together to remember old conversations that led to name the word bitch and little by little we did Friends of Cats, where her smile surfaced over everything and had an impact on the actions of a powerful poet who inspired bit is enough to find this girl, as if it had not been for the alcohol, it is easy to invent a poem as friendly, sincere and friendly person as she is.
My lines are now dedicated to a person who one summer day a few lines showed interest valid for one cent and sold for nothing to everyone who read my paragraphs. Today I had a great time. I just want to thank Martha her gratitude to me, his huge presence to every gesture, every word (except the word Fellow, has me crazy). I still have a very good sense of it only to recall his actions and his unexpected friendship. I hope to meet again to talk, talk, enjoy, drink, meet and above and very importantly, laugh.
is a pleasure to write this to the four ten a day in which I go to wine grapes.
I hope to see you soon, without saying goodbye,
Victor.
(Fellow Contributor)
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