suddenly it gave me time to dust off old
look is not that the above photo
not found it in the library the other day in the Martin Fierro
this was inside a box wine
Rodrigo and I wonder: Does the shot?
I have photos scattered throughout the house, many in ruins, burned, painted
it must be summer of '95 or thereabouts
observe fashion: the height of the skirt, navel air, the ubiquitous black bag that
we beat them
summer record from December 31 to 15 February 47 consecutive nights
my dad put
crazy every night "have to leave?
said that figures were repeated
and when you grow up does not remember anything
all nights spent in bars appear as one
it was almost impossible to distinguish
"not going to remember this," grumbled
us begged us
up early that we were not the only beach for a nap or getting wet feet
sea metiéramos us indeed! Hourly
All things he thought important
Once I got sick and was banned from February
and Chili and had returned to Buenos Aires
"you will not die from staying a night at home with us but I
: Dad I can die. I can not lose everything that could happen tonight. is cruel, unjust, does not make sense. We rented a house
out of town,
on a dirt road near the nursery.
After lunch I put on my pajamas. I waited for everyone to sleep and went as quiet as I could. A wall bordering the garden and the side was a field with tall weeds, the crossed them both and I switched on the road.
I do not remember who took this picture we
Or who I'm challenging
It is out of the bar, drinking himself
The first knock-TOCs
With the bar
In a moment of the night, always sounded a Santana album
I'm sure of
I was 16 and dating a rate of 33 they called the "Worm"
Chili was 15 and came out with her friend who said the "Tigre" Two surfers Miramar
Seriously, I do not remember much
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