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The blind eye to him because they also came from the peripheral neighborhoods and probably those who asked reminded them of their people. It was beautiful and dangerous that he didnt throw food out the window. I then disinfected it and showered it. He gently caressed his skin with the soap because at that moment he wanted it more than any other. He was a good man. We could pay for the ingredients for the oatmeal cookies and gnocchi that we threw away because they were disgusting. and hunger. It was no longer known what was worse.
Ambulances stopped several times outside the building and from the window we saw some men dressed as astronauts carrying neighbors out in thick black bags. I crossed myself and he pressed his head against the window Japan Telegram Number Data the steam from his breath fogged up the entire glass. The fog fell every afternoon at five and made everything ghostly the police car the city the stars him and me sitting under the same blanket thinking about how much longer how much longer how much longer.
When it was sunny we would lie on the ground and fantasize about the beach about vacations about other countries and other cities about hammocks and the sea about fresh fish and even fresher beers. We fantasized a lot not about ourselves but about life. The bonsai was dying despite our care. He was a ceibo that they gave me and that always made me sad because they diminished him and he never became the great ceibo that he could have been. Later when it died regardless of whether we watered it a lot or a little if we changed the soil and put it more in the sun or in the shade my heart began to die with it. I already loved the little ceibo the ceibito a gigantic tree intended to be a model to be able to have inside.
Ambulances stopped several times outside the building and from the window we saw some men dressed as astronauts carrying neighbors out in thick black bags. I crossed myself and he pressed his head against the window Japan Telegram Number Data the steam from his breath fogged up the entire glass. The fog fell every afternoon at five and made everything ghostly the police car the city the stars him and me sitting under the same blanket thinking about how much longer how much longer how much longer.
When it was sunny we would lie on the ground and fantasize about the beach about vacations about other countries and other cities about hammocks and the sea about fresh fish and even fresher beers. We fantasized a lot not about ourselves but about life. The bonsai was dying despite our care. He was a ceibo that they gave me and that always made me sad because they diminished him and he never became the great ceibo that he could have been. Later when it died regardless of whether we watered it a lot or a little if we changed the soil and put it more in the sun or in the shade my heart began to die with it. I already loved the little ceibo the ceibito a gigantic tree intended to be a model to be able to have inside.