Now that we are here and it's Monday morning and America is very far away indeed we have found the time to smile. Not survive in this city and maybe even the next game of football, will not survive the biological clocks and art directors, who will have no mercy on us and we will say that the board we can dream. And we will dream more cheap bike, parked under a balcony in the rain for over an hour the thief and the government roads become rivers and the waves caressing the feet of the machines. And the lightning explode in my eyes. It is white like the skin in some gloomy days of November than those in which an excuse was there ten days per month. In some theater or some garden of a castle, like Xabier Iriondo and its distorted guitars and being there at the right time. After all this time that we arrived too late, as this time, actually. As the ants seem to have haunted house, build an army and force us to leave, but we have said that America is indeed very far away, and then we have little time to draw up a plan b that is moderately decent. And you can fool yourself, but the summer is already over. We will do more around the streets dodging scooters parked everywhere, to take the wind and lose the keys on the phone. A tie us to a couple of days. To count the stars molested by waves of small boats. You can fool yourself, but I know that you will not.
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