Me and the pibil condimented pork, the quesadillas of the road, hot hot sauce and onion... a really creamy "pambazo", the summer rain or the spring/winter, the rain and get wet on it... the cold of a fall & the full moon, the sensation of being recently awake after a long sleep and stretch my bones, tequila, loooots of tequila... to sneeze three times knowing that you're thinkin' of me, a cold beer in Tulum, to drive in the road with Portishead or Sigur Ros! yeah... smell the coffee every second: dancing in my car in the middle of the traffic and watch the expressions of the people in the other vehicles...invite them to rap, coyoacan in thursday at 6 pm, the Historycal Center... the sunset in the bridges and walking during the sunrise at the University City, all from the 90s and what they got us left... to laugh til my head aches!! and the soap at 1... get the hand in the sand... my music and me... the cold wind and you, your memory: JANIS JOPLIN'S GUITAR!!!Sarcastic... extroverted (as some say), distracted... yeah, may be a little spoiled, an open-minded existencialist that resists herself and tries to be realistic, political scientist disillusioned who adores what the absorbed ones in a nonexisting world hate. Analytical, believer of life who doubts even of what it's claimed sure... but myself, in moments self-centered, aspiring to the intellectuality. So much more to say, and so few words to say it...
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