Pastorino, rain in the rearview mirror the ghost who writes
began in January complicated but then was getting easier. He had been in January that he had written a story about some Indians, had been in January that he had written children's stories for my younger sister. I guess the memories have a kind of pressure, make it look easy as it once was difficult. Luckily with the bad news (rising prices and sweat becomes more expensive) appeared good. Worthwhile books, books that are not read but they eat, they need time movies (only this time), dear people who send texts while making it known that, under cover of darkness, fear and the stars are writing. Books arrived from other countries ("I can ask that keep happening, please?) Working days of observation to a note on the beaches and people on vacation. the while thinking of the pictures taken from a kite, Esteban Pastorino. I thought what would be the time when one could take a picture, a stupid question, those that can not be answered. Cities, toy people, toy toy weed and work. Models, scenarios evicted: that look like aerial photos Pastorino. I thought, in turn, in songs of Dietrich, a band of posrock Buenos Aires, Pastorino and thought this video of that band, is a journey, a storm, the colors, the landscape. In the desire to make the trip (never did, but paraeciera yes) back. from January, when things had become easier, yet difficult, I started thinking, there was no need to move, I'm here without being here.
Hopefully there's some debris in January in the year. Soon
writings and suggestions. Burn
their heads.
Signature: log lady
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