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For an injustice. Edge

some time since I wrote. I have no minutes in the day, I'm superliada, but I want to take this, my little space yet, in order to justify the injustice done to a large friend. My friend Miguel.

This is the blog of his mother, http://nievesmoreno.blogia.com/ , and from here I send all my support.

On 27 September, unless I drop the world over, will be at twelve noon at Cibeles. All for Mag

Here's the link to the blog of Nieves Moreno. Here you can discover what life is unfair. Http://nievesmoreno.blogia.com/2009/072501-manifestacion-en-madrid-contra-las-denuncias-falsas.php

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As I write

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.