Monday, December 21, 2009


  • Waking up in an unknown bed in another country close to the person you love and feel ALIVE.
  • Opening my old window in Washington Street and look at the people passing by while covered with a blanket.
  • The long walks with my dad by my side when everything you could hear was silence.
  • The long Summers in Laredo.
  • The days in the Catholic school when I have "something to believe in" which gave sense to my whole existence.
  • Smoking in my dad's company after a hard day.
  • And the most important: missing my family as a bunch of FOUR people.

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