Detective de discos

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon. Couples naked race down by its quiet side. And we laugh like soft, mad children. Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.

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Cosas que leí alguna vez en la mañana:

“When we meet with the boys and we go to party – suddenly everyone becomes a child, it’s not serious anymore, that’s why I love so much the parties we are living in. We are doing everything for these parties because going to these parties is like going to the Kindergarten, going there and being a child.”

Villalobos (forever young)

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