in late October, the dream ended with the first meet someone, imagining Midori. Recognized me and told me that if I liked walking fodongo. She was very elegant, very well groomed.
In another dream, once again, Lourdes and Jorge again. An unknown location, and family. As always.
Before the weekend, elusive, slippery. Little to do, in fact (or complain) because, well, the emotional and intellectual gap, there was the promise of Serrat.
100x100: reality, embrace, the warmth of intimacy.
Awakening 35 ans sentence with a life, a life. 35 years is a lifetime. Or, the lives that fit in that span.
So it should start the week.
Fandango well.
The return of a friend.
replays on Wednesday.
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