I'd like to ask you today who fulfill years if you repent of not having noticed that assembly of circa 2002 in El Cid. I'd like to ask if these years do not regret not having spoken in Potlatch, although wedding was in full use of my powers more loving, another man who years ago then let circa 2005. I would like to know because I wrote when I was still up photos indymedia why was it not signed or was why I was not a good photographer then? I like to know how you had no soul to write when you post from the summit in Mar del Plata, we had a mess of tear gas. To you I would have liked to see perhaps the last place relevant to what might be called left and I think you would have liked to travel with me on the bus of Veronica, who came from the TAC on Independence Avenue, the avenue that the runway is almost directly many of our taxis. I'm sure I'd spoken because I had a old jeans and a shirt of Bowie and the same haircut, just not long Do less of a problem, no?. I really would have liked to travel with you in that school micro impossible to sit upright all the way to Manu in the Veron who fell asleep on me. I know nothing about him, not anything from anybody, but I know that when the bus left us at 6 am in an uncertain road where we had to find a contact with children who are in charge of accommodation he stayed with me until we the holy house was on the hill and around sunrise. There was a horse parked on the corner, which would have liked to Daniela's just not known at this time when I still believed that each reader was a reporter, not an idiot making me twitterers streaming television. Anyway, we got to the house, which was huge, inhabited by many people that you know well. Soncho had jilted me, but Nico was just a giant who was always good. I know at some point we hit Cronopio to sleep in a pads and looked so thin that Yoga mats, after I gave me a shower, do not resign bourgeois fad or revolutionary terms. Uruguay came more mates, two of Bolivia. Buy food, good breakfast, lunch, a snack, I know I have no idea. What we do know is that you were not at that time and I was about to start a perverse relationship with a minor. But that does not matter, does not enter the major leagues. You and I know who fall into the major leagues. The point is that you were not in the best manu chao concert that he regretted ever and, I am very sorry. That day we went in the car with someone who I will not name but which I left and I left because my life was not Marxist enough. Fuck him. A fourth-commie. Well you were not there when we were not back when the asthma began with the gases, were not. You were not when out of nowhere appeared Soncho walking as if the repression were the most normal thing in the world, and it certainly was not the first time we were together in that. We saw barricades quebracho was ridiculous and a shat stones at local Havanna. To you I would have liked to see that, but apparently were not because you felt like it to be me. I do not know because I tell you this, but it's true, it happened. As passed other things, other times we were together. Is not it strange, almost surreal is not all that we built from 19 and 20?. Once Fogwill at Malba to a chubby was doubtful that I know not representative of the literature did shit our quest. And that backing, the backing reverend thank god I do not remember his name, he ate boogers. I remember we discussed it with George, as you can let an old fart more holy cow it is shoot down every brand of your body branded with the lights of all that was thought to be alive. That shot of political practice that made you the person that you are today, trying to hide because you're smarter than me, preserve you know. In my heat I play the betrayals, discuss everything, because I can not believe this idiocy that we have to see together. You know the meaning of the word historic leap baby, because you decided to jump into that. Then there are other things in you, you would not let that cynicism or bad step on what you built with your body. You will say these idiots morons, these young old burned corpses as predicted Cobain. That they know from political life if they have stopped the fellow's never with their bodies in a crackdown. Now suddenly one partner is agreement on a timeline, the company compliant in a blog, friendship on Facebook. You know better than me who do not. Hi, I would have liked to say more than once. But I did not. Because I was in the silly thing with other guys and then our humble heroic ended. Sign my blog a few times, but nothing. I focused on having a couple of years, I went to live alone and one day I woke up and militancy was not in my vocabulary. Nor love, did not feel like a moron fuck me life. At that time much watering plants, buying many albums, going to the supermarket once a month and had little furniture. Just watched TV, wrote a lot in the morning, summer nights out to ride a bike. Never saw it, was little marches, well to the 26 in the of 24 and gradually stopped going to 20. To those of Cro-Magnon never was. We were in several places at the same time, the staff where you preferred to Daft Punk MIA over something I can not believe it until today. But you were on the silly thing and did not see me in the end your excuse is the thousands of people and chaos. Incredible, how much cruelty. Time passed and my pain too. Gradually consider the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out with other guys and some left but I always returned home alone. He had very clear what to do, and played guitar, and keyboard Toab, went to my classes happy, I could stay a Friday entirely dedicated to that. But I started dating again. My blog was dead, because I had parted in the middle. Well we want, which do not write more, do not write more, a blog does not change you life, you fucks, but do not change it. But one day a friend who I will not name, but surely going to read this, I said, it's time to start writing again. And I opened this blog a bit before it was decreed that blogging is dead, long live blogging. 140 characters but I do nothing, I think a pittance, sometimes I think that is a big joke to me perverse. But I started this blog that served to confirm that the path I wanted to go was to the music. One night with my friend Ana, whom I miss dearly and hope that Venezuela will return to me quickly, we went to see Transvestite National. It was a great night it was a good concert Transvestite. We were sitting against the wall, with friends, taking the side of the national beer, expensive wine country, those pleasures of people who say no to drop the face, and went to cement. Which is true and I can tell you there either you come talk to me. Then I ask what happened but I saw you and thought this guy, I know, but where. For a moment I confused you with someone else. Were standing near the staircase and looked at your friends who were in the upstairs. Smiling. I kept thinking, this guy, who I know where. But do not talk about how? "To tell you something? Hello where I know you? Hello I think we know?
We ended up eating a few blocks away and I was thinking that this guy I know and I know not where. I came home and wrote about the concert, the anything jump a moron to criticize because I had not bank a few kids screaming about the end of Transvestite. Who is this kid, I thought, but above all things who is believed to tell myself I have to say or leave an opinion. So I added the msn with the firm intention to place you accordingly. Wait patiently and eventually will connect. But that's the least because of anything done by accepting a date with a guy that I wanted to set, a guy who was determined to understand that I may say so. It was Saturday, I went to a party with Ana I do not remember well, I did something while ago I thought the movies with a guy who is not. I wore a Ramones T-shirt and me I went to the Abasto. I had some expectations, I took it as an appointment, the strangest thing is that it was, was quoted as nobody had warned me that it was an appointment therefore was not dressed for it. Anyway I just went to mistreat a while this confused. At the door I hope you Musimundo. Crossing and thought to the boy's recital, which will here. Nothing, did nothing, only I was expecting. Frozen forever in 2002, as if he knew deep in my neurosis I always believed that couples who really work are those that are hot on the 30. Which by law must inhabit one and 30. That to work, to last, to resist, to not suffer, we must 20 and expect to live. Must bear a little fellow. Partners must learn to wait, do not despair. They are there. One must know how to see. We must learn to wait. We must thwart. Because one day you might spend all night writing because your boyfriend turns 34 years and the first thing I want to give is a minimum record of all the time you leave without the certainty that he was the same as you. Waiting. Then we see whether or not forever. We're going to have time. No matter if sometimes I go, I always come back. No matter if sometimes I get confused, in you I always clarified. No matter if it sometimes seems to want something else, it's true sometimes I want, I need something else. But when you blink I one eye and tell me everything else I feel like nothing can hurt me. Nothing. Because you're there, you're for real. And I want to try that no one will write birthday cards that do not bear my signature. No matter if I'm sometimes not, sometimes it does not matter if I run away, no matter if I misbehave sometimes not care about that. No matter if you everything is finished. It does not matter because with you I learned the difference between being alive and being dead. No matter if my heart needs, needed and will require multiple donors. We're old, the desire for more that strongly contended, is mobile. No matter. What you do you care?. All that matters is the wonder that our policy love love and politics. Happy birthday and please, I never deprive the party ticket that is your life.
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