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Your face in the tea time (*)

I still think of you all the time, not to believe that is a lie that you left. Not to be waiting for you come this afternoon to have tea with me, chat with my dad on the news. That phone call to find out where I am, where I went. I know we were friends, who trusted in me. Always thinking of you, not only now they're not. I think that ultimately went unconditional. And want to see you again. And want to embrace today.

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life to sing, play the box

Where

escapes life when he is hiding.

Where
search for the word no longer appears,

eyes flutter no longer looking at who's talking in his ear. Where

fortitude saves yesterday was lively. Where

nonexistent voice bounces diminutive names me, silent.

Tear of my father that rubs me the soul, cutting, sharp.

Where death walks of life and lets you step, to keep galloping.

So I'll always remember, as though charláramos of the soap in the afternoon, and laughed at some gossip, or something absurd. Because he was always laughing, I took your laughter. And the points of two needles that taught me, and the pullover the neck you did for me when I left, I cut pants. The sewing machine, you also like the round, I put music on and said "I love this Manu Chao." Rail travel to Mar del Plata, so you can go to the recital of the lice, the bags to play Tinenti, cloth ice water for fever. Your desire to take on the road, chicken rice, tea with milk, cookies Lincoln, apple cake richer, the avenue, the neckerchief sensitive to our throats, you name it has melody, phone features came to me. Eternally
thanks for the heroic act by two hands lay them down when we most need. I hold you forever, Grandma Val.

Sabrinita .

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death "You're part of me "(*)

not sleep, because I love. Why should I be sleeping with you now. Even if you to sleep with you tomorrow, just a little insurance. We stay fragmented, which end in long stays in the chest. Listen in the dark to dream a bit, not sleeping well. It is along this state between consciousness and unconsciousness, not knowing the next morning what was dream and what reality. Is to choose the moment of the day that I left out, as if I do, as if asleep, to tell stories and preambles inconsistent. And in the rest of the time, try to think a little. I think a little one who wants to live everyday, but then we will have to juggle not be crushed by the routine. I think in the ways that seemed to walk, are still have marks for stepping. Everything is new for me too, as the indecent stop me or try to be patient and respect. And it's worth, because then shine when you dare, and we merged stronger. What I like to think that you're here, but do not sleep with me more than one time in the week. I like knowing that we are always one button away, and you like listening to me, and me too. Although sometimes I would like to have the same familiarity with your skin, your voice. Travelers seem in the distance. Now I just travel with you, go where there is no time. It is not time travel, but cross him walk. But how nice if go hand in hand, against or in favor of a south wind, the Tigre or city. How nice to see you drive, electronic or dance a couple of steps imagine talking about me. You and I know it's a problem I have, I do not think a little, think a lot, especially when I do not sleep, I do not want. Because I want you to not sleep.

(*) Use words in your mouth, because unlike me, who loosed phrases and sentences such as air, sometimes without thinking, sometimes impulsive, words that some flying like a leaf in the wind by its lightness, you say little. But when you say something, as you say, has both weight and consistency that comes to me the soul. And there it becomes lodged in my side as sweet, soft lips know where to come.

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Valentina, Argentina

His hands are wrinkled, as if they had always been so, the nail scratches.

gray eyes and the years, and thin legs.

still never saw her feet. How well have walked to hide?

hair, snipped always his style, almost white, where black was vigorous.

you like my music, we laugh the same, with the same lips.

Take my country in your blood, carries my skin color.