With the scaly skin of tears fall, not discharged, scales, cold, moist and insensitive and reverse, as a Cuélebre.
A slippery little fish in a sea of \u200b\u200bsharks, with the dorsal stream, all, looking for open sea and escape the aquarium where he is held, where did flee, when there are no islands to be discovered?
When making the journey to leave behind the travails of life, ARRIVE close your eyes and think that everything happened, never happened at all, as it taught me fall off the dorsal stream and born of my back curved, the wings to take me away, I do not know where I long to take that flight, I think Macondo first to fly and there also I believe I'll understand, finally, to the place where I was happy, I should not try again. Let there
my homunculus, as a seed of myself and I will continue my journey, he will take care of my memory and I defend these lies, who have won as summary judgments, which degrade the glass of a fish tank city and these will be forgotten.
But, where flee after, when there are no islands to sink?
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