Le Monde says that creationism spreads to Europe as quickly as the crisis. Meanwhile, I have nostalgia of my people, the green banks of the cold nights between wine, my little fish and his hand in our neighborhoods beautiful Granada, everything I was before this site. But life is happy here, between the bitter coffee, fruit, whipped, wind testing, wet stone, the streets. And soon a plane will take me to the past, like a place that froze before this site, and cease to be a future to be present. Then another plane I return to this site, with corazóny head full of everything new in there, more memories, of ammunition.
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