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19 April, 2010

Las piedras lloran, pero no hablan.

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At no point am I denying my avid partaking in this malarkey. My life changed the day I found I was not allowed to choose the ‘right’ way. As it is an utter lie. · I live surrounded by objects that inspire you to know them deeply, and also by invisible characters who I can look into their eyes while I tell them stories that apparently could be considered illogical, but they never are. I live to write those stories. Or to photography those moments when the characters are visible, and when you can touch them while they smell as does a hot cuppa on a rainy Autumn. Some people say I do not really exist, but in all fairness I always thought I was the product of an allnighter. · This is the sickly-sweet explanation to an urgent necessity for the World to be changed. I do not pretend to write a biography, nor for you to understand me, or you want to know me because you think I am interesting. I just write because I like to. In which language would the World scream if you could hear it?
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