Survived.
I did it against my own forecasts.
At times, rare but important thought of other things.
Although I have a head full of concepts difficult to explain, say, writing.
Each day that passes I am convinced of my own deductions.
blot eventually one day I went. Eventually
.
Tiraré what I built.
will clean up the mess.
leave this ship has no choice, purpose and name. Nevermore
dedicate a tear again.
And someday that you loved is dead and will be your sentence when you need
as always
not even have a place to bring flowers.
Nacho Oceguera, Publicist, Crazy, Creative, M? Frustrated musician, finally, all you want? As knowing your audience and never dared to ask ... 
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