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raining. I like the feeling that the sound of drops hitting transmitted while in the crystals. The smell of damp earth of the garden comes into my room, and transports me to woodlands, wet and green. I like the rain in the afternoon, when it is dark and there is only a dim light. I like to lie down in my room, wrapped in a warm blanket, partially open the window panes, and hear the water flowing. I like to fly in my mind to the rhythm of the tapping of the drops. Transports me and relaxes me, fills me and moved me. I like the rain in the cold spring afternoon.

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sweet Christmas Christmas Christmas

I've always said, and has always been my last wish, but never I stopped writing.

The day I die, please incineradme, burn my body, I do not want to create responsibilities to my loved ones, take my ashes to the Caribbean and scattered at sea to the rhythm of the song: I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)

would be for me the happier ending.

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And I Easter I expected a warm and relaxed. And I thought espanzurrarme in the garden of the house and give me fresh. No, winter has arrived and my heart has touched me.

I had nine days of vacation. I went to my house the Saturday before Easter. Everything started well, day soleadito, even in peak hours with some warmth. So much so that even the insects in my garden is encouraged, look, look who I caught doing Guarrera hidden behind the leaves of roses. Manda noses in my home has more sex in the garden in my own room. Finally, resignation.

Nothing, watching the weather was good, I worked on my to-doings countryside. Clean the yard, pruning the trees, remove dead leaves, plant a new seedling, look, and I are leaving the bulbs of gladiolus, which pretty isolated I put carnations in the planter. That pimp has been my little garden with onions, potatoes, garlic and spinach ... I think I will grow tomatoes, salads rich natural to take this summer I'm so happy that Heidi dancing down the slopes of the mountains!

"Heidi? Have I named Heidi? I shit in the fucking teeth Heidy, who named and brought bad weather to Spain. Could not have been in the Alps looking for Peter and the ibex, the name was Whitey and always lost, which he could have put a GPS. We

some spring sunshine to the cold, hard winter with 6 degrees below zero one of the nights. Ains, my poor acelguitas, ains, my poor potato ..... carnations seem to have survived, but I RosaAmarilla, almost withered at home. Luckily I had the heating on, which by the way ... Heidy, Joet, you you had to heat the charcoal brazier in your grandfather that well because the calves, but the kidneys were you HeLa.

From the window of my room I got this wonderful video, where as you will see the neighbor's pine, that even rhymes and all, will end up falling on my olive trees, and where, although I do not believe it, the background is the Sierra de Gredos, but course, with the blizzard you have to throw a lot of imagination.

I just had to wait for Father Christmas and see if I had something in the middle of April.