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Memories about my father
My dad was a hippie. I don’t know when it started , but ever since I’ve been aware enough to perceive it, he started to transgress. He...
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I miss you
I found myself thinking about you the other day. Actually, what I discovered was that I hadn't thought about you in a long time and that...
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Be
Sometimes we cry, we get depressed and we wish we were more normal. Other days we find the courage of the revolution and we spit in the...
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Like us
The time that does not exist, shows its insufficiency and stops. And at times we are in a film, in Rome dancing to a love song, hugging...
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