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Name: vylia
From: Colombia
Location: San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina
About me: Someone called me the jellyfish of sand... maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie.
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Friday, February 25, 2005,8:24 PM

Illinois

En este momento, vuelves a hacerme feliz. Ahora pienso nuevamente en la fuerza oculta de tu ser, en ese momento extraño y mágico. Me alegra formar parte del frío paisaje de agua. ¿Recuerdas la estatua? ¿Recuerdas su sonrisa? Cuando el ruido estruendoso de su confesión tocó sus ojos, ¿qué sentiste? ¿Qué harías si en verdad lo entendieras? ¿Cómo sellarías tus labios para que no continúe sangrando el alma?

Aunque hoy estés lejos, Illinois, seguirás siendo parte de mi esencia misma, para siempre.
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Friday, February 18, 2005,9:56 PM

Betrayal

I’m here. I’m just justifying your attitude, your temporal madness. There’s no one who can perceive the mortal consequences of this betrayal. If your eyes hid something from your hands, it was a clever interpretation of what your dead could be. You learned to be skillful since you were saved and the practice has returned you to clarity again. Don’t betray me if you want to keep blue.

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