do not know if the wind was south or the rivers of passersby with their trophies in the stock sales, but yesterday it seemed that Bilbao was even smaller. The Romanians put
rictus of more hunger, more pain, more gestures of polio than usual but not good for anything, almost everyone looked toward the door of the English Court as the entrance to the cave of Ali Baba whispered so bajañí: "Abracadabra."
A teenage couple in a dark corner kissing, I was reminded that Christmas was over and that first loves are fireproof.
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