cousin, to drive with my aunt listening to the soundtrack of Tarzan
or down for a roast chicken walking with the gale against us, became endearing adventure that will be recorded for always in my best memories. Like all that had happened to her, and my cousins were born again.
Nor can I forget that strange dream where I saw how my cousins tíoy in black and white, they would give their bike ride and ended up flying into a tornado,
a la Wizard of Oz
, with street lights, houses and cars that flew too close to them, while they were riding so very quiet. I guess those are the normal effects when lying down to sleep on the couch in the living room of his tiaa 4.00 am, with a few glasses of Masy the wind lashing the windows.
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