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OLD KEY TO BE GOING NOW POETS, I PUT MY FEELINGS. LETTER TO MAURA

POETS TO BE GOING NOW, I PUT MY FEELINGS.

dream. To dream that dream is to move forward, like diving into a swimming pool and not the Poluco climaxes. And if I tell the ladies who visited me in my nights, from my youth to my fall, were falling all pages of the calendar as: blondes, brunettes, the color of carrots ... all women were seeking to nourish my wise my ethereal. In the afterlife where borders cease to be, say the ladies are looking for the man in a dream that every night acquitted of slime and pollution there is always a cemetery, they nourish these muses the subconscious of those wells, and me and not an incentive. Seek, women, paper, plastic, not bone, their flesh stink to other households firewood smoke is just that, meat and bones. A heart that I had jumped from myself and go wandering through the meadows of my dreams, it happens the day mother and my dreams were dashed.

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FERNANDO PILLAR IN PAIN, YOUR DAUGHTER.

Dear Fernando:

much love is in the heart of a father, how much pain down into your soul? Are difficult to heal wounds such as more time fanning their sorrows as the embers in the ashes that pass them by blowing on the embers crimson blacks.
Grief in the heart and soul, memory recalls it all: the saints of alabaster, ashes of our ancestors and loved ones knowing that they are still put them in motion for download on our memories of when they lived with us, they are in eternal rest, moving us. And the subconscious rewinds the machinery of the past to not fall into the same mistakes in our ephemeral present.
Pilar's funeral attended by many people, Las Arenas (Getxo), and the clouds wept responded with a downpour that soaked to the bones themselves, people of many colors and policies laterality, left, right, center and even the odd exetarra sorry, like society itself when bridges of dialogue and the hearts of men is universal. Managed pillar at his funeral Mass that we were men agree that the death we all have to reach without being a thing of chance. Chance becomes rich and poor, all the rest is chemistry and genetics, not without its own injustice. That great politician
Spain has in the dry dock, a large heart and right converge in the same way!
A hug.