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As calloused Carvalho's pupils, began the flights spaced south or maybe girls women had made Alexandria roses, red at night, white day, with little time to orgasm break between two appointments, two stores, two explanations. But Carvalho tended to bear full responsibility for the long absence last seven years and his complicity in the death of the horizon, sandwiched by blocks of apartments walling the Mediterranean from Marbella Rosas. He stopped at Benicassim, died of sadness and feeling of tiredness and night, to see the towers coming down to la Plana, rascaleches higher than mountains, walled seas. High highway allowed to check the destruction of ocean horizon from the comfort of orange you indestructible for their own awareness of performance. The man only respects what rich. But it is also able to grow flowers that do not eat or sell, or to love animals that fears neither eats, feeding urban pigeons, cats or canaries to sing blind believing you were born to sing and not to see face to face the risk of freedom. If you possess the gift of language, said Carvalho, write poems and books of philosophy, little philosophy, a philosopher of coffee in a world in which there were no cafes.
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BANGKOK BIRDS extract of Vázquez Montalbán.
Manuel Vazquez Montalban, a
huelebraguetas without license , burning books he once read
too long, which kitchen as the angels
and has a heart as wrinkle wrinkled
the first page of a newspaper in August.
