Writing about everyday life in a dialogue with teachers and Paulina Rivero Alberto Constante, I got nostalgic and decided to continue writing. ***
loved out of the metro, walking the street at the end of the afternoon, go to the baker, give me a cheese bread, a turtle and a Chinese for my father. Reaching the house, ring the bell. A kiss, a joy that is all encompassing. The dog greets. Activity. Piano, rug, lamp. I salute my mother, oh lady, so I want to tell. Why when the argument, asks the father, and merit, I answer. She makes me laugh on the way to the room. I loved that room. Carpet, curtains and bedspread blue, books, shells, a jar, paper and colored pens. A prolonged hug. Then at night, go out, buy movies to the blond lady with boots and a red face. Back home. Talk. Kissing. Sleep. Latin
The tea house, the blue carpet, the quesadillas in the morning, our Sunday at the bookstore and always sleep in the same way, it was the best way. The memory is kind, swept clean the dust and let the memories of everyday life I've loved.
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