Prima had been up all night spreading his 3 years in every corner of the house and me, my cousin drew a smile you will not see for a long time and today that overdose of us laugh and to walk both playing well, so beautiful and carefree with every second of your body.
write too long sentences when I speak of you, cousin sometimes you afraid of me.
My Mom who is her aunt talked and talked and Prima repeated and repeated, inconvenient and reinvented letters by a music that was more like a seduction.
Prima literature.
At one point Aunt and niece were tied up and formed a ball with your hands. Pursued played to and fro in the immensity of that round for two. The others were just complementing the public that theater vaguely bright laughter and screams.
are turning both clumsy drawing a circle with sweetness fills the patio.
I secretly listened Where is my mind , a song that makes me good. I thought of my cousin, as I will not make Santa Fe, talk all afternoon but be afraid. See more often thought of her and Cousins.
Queen Maga, I'll give you a camel to come looking for me and take me to Santa Fe to take milk.
thought of my Aunt Mom dressed. He saw her dancing, hiding to see her friend for her. He looked at her when she laughed so much and felt so comfortable with the wind of Cordoba convulsing on the leaves of the patio. It was all made an outburst of joy.
You look like Anna Karina in Pierrot the madman .
saw them as aunt and niece, and thought that calculated in June with my brother.
After a while, my mom invited me out to dance.
- I do not want.
Already all woman on Friday night in the courtyard.
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