I round and round.
ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
me out, get me out of PAISDELORONEGRO of PAISDELORONEGRO.
as I remember crying the dogs and how, in the dresser drawer, along with Grandpa's dentures had a book written with a very small print. We had given the power to write our lives, we had allowed spying as we undressed before nap. I remember very well how to find the book first, we were regarded with a certain complicity with a gesture of courage and defiance that scared us. We knew that our life, that of the two, was written there and although we were afraid, we prefer not to look and run down the stairs to the patio scorched by the midday sun. We knew that if we had read just one line would be doomed to follow it exactly, so when sunlight flooded our face, we started jumping like crazy.
was 1962.
The huge shadow of a hungry dog \u200b\u200bwith eyes burning with blood hid the sun for a few seconds. Along with the striped fabric hammock had opened a newspaper announcing that the Lora had found oil.
Why this is so painful I remember?
I pluck the memory like a millstone, and cast the other side of the wall, beyond the gardens and snakes.
ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
me out, get me out of PAISDELORONEGRO of PAISDELORONEGRO1!
I have to return this winter, there's something I've forgotten.
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