It is autumm in Mexico City.
I know I love the setting, but I can't feel it.
What I am doing here? now?
The only blog not featuring an ipod.
Brown leaves
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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)
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