He had a cat and a lot of records. The teenager had bought from the money saved in transportation while walking home from school to school and the home twice a day. First collected cans of foreign beers like many teenagers manizaleños the 90's. One day she got tired of loading the 200 cans of house to house and decided to buy compact discs but had no where to play. At that time there was a cat. I was afraid. I thought that one day these eyes recover the lost savagery and the cat jump on marking the face with her nails forever.
He had a cat and many books, but it was getting rid of them over time. Gave those who knew he would never reread, gave his brother the required books on research for his thesis, gave many copies to friends who never returned to his hands, lost many of the other due to the rainy season of 2009.
He had a cat and guitars although people do not understand why they were all different from each other and essential. Gustavo The arched fingerboard, sound chubby Cecilia, the gleam of Connie, the strong resonance in the case of Isabel, the smell of Carol, the comfort of Miss Cora, children love to La Negrita. He had a cat and a ukulele ukulele named Paul and that everyone would laugh.
He had a cat and a girl dreaming eyes deep as the ocean, with a curly-haired girl tangled in life never had a girl who would listen attentively and I had many things to say, that sometimes serve as a creative engine, he caressed the head while he rested and let sing songs every so often.
He had a cat who could not cherish every night, a cat stuck in his skin, a cat that was in turn many cats: the Elusive Zeta, Goliath the Nomad, the Immortal Soda, Keiko the Coquette, Fiona the questioner.
looked out the window of his room and wanted to have her hand, left hand pass over his face to kiss about 35 seconds and whispered in his ear the secret they both knew:
- "_________________________________________________________".
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