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When you meet a person it means a possible farewell, since one can not see it anymore. That is, we are saying goodbye to people and things continuously, and this we do not know. Nobody warned us that missing is the cost of good times. Silence the earth will give birth to a tree Vicente Huidobro (Altazor, Canto I). The imagination is made of memory conventions. If I had no memory I could not imagine. I never look for topics, I let the subjects look for me and I avoid them, but if the subject insists, I resign myself and write. And if I hug you, it's to feel ... Gustavo Cerati I have a word in my th*oat and I do not let it go, and I do not get rid of her even though she pushes me with her blood. If he let go, he burns the live gras*, He continued his march singing and he took my looks .... There are kisses that produce ravings of amorous pas*ion ardent and crazy, you know them well are kisses of mine invented by me, for your mouth. ... there are kisses that are given with the look, there are kisses that occur with the memory. And, unfortunately, the pain grows in the world every time, it grows to thirty minutes per second, step by step, and the nature of the pain, is the pain twice. people, gestures, smiles, complicity. Life to live it, to stay awake. Continue and persist. Fight and arrive. Live for