"... you're for me orange blossom perfume
you're like a sun,
're shining in my sky, dead ... "
Saturday night in Cordoba. A lost moon above the clouds but even still be seen. Front of the barn rock several children endure the time remaining to start playing one of the few guitarists who we are. Yeah, we went Pappo. I look like I did jump in time with "round" when traveling with Waldo to make history. But even so, much as the kids jump and sing, smoke, sharing a friendship and not bother anyone, there's a robocop lawless you Encana. And so it was, two police cars, two gentlemen-baked add their social resentment to their uniforms and tarnished the party for the kids that until then were happy.
I spent half an hour of eleven o'clock at night, Skay comes late, the beer is cold. The lights dim and then explodes everything. Riffs and sharp guitar riffs with classical Marshall teams no gimmick rather than the tricks that a rock guru may have. People vibe, Skay shines, I think the Keith Richard Argentine.
Move at Bath, discover fainting, try to walk back to greet Eugenia laburo good people. Skay
stacks up songs and a professional musician. Court ten minutes away in the background, say that there sounds better. Here I stand, ready for what's ahead. And suddenly arrives to shake in a second, the Black Cop, his smile between people who do not recognize but I do. Embrace, maternal smile. Follow the path of production labor. And then you realize that, then all is revealed, so they are what they are and were what they were. Because they knew to take care when rock was dangerous "because I now understand the codes with Omar, because Skay round and are a party and have fun at parties, we care and we love. Because children are not born bad.
Those little hints that life gives me, the smiles that fill, that of the Black, the Pappo, of Sarco, that of the two Bolivian girls, those of Rosario, which are true, not ask for anything.
Euge After a hug because the first had been very warm greeting and say that she had felt that way. Come more rock'n'roll, from something round, and complete.
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