Me gusta estar con Isabel, no es tan vieja aunque al principio fuera más atracción por verla, con esas ansias tan platónicas. Ahora ya va desapareciendo, aunque puede que todavía queden algunos restos. A mi madre creo que ya le molesta que me guste trabajar cuando viene ella y, el resto de la semana, ni golpe. Bueno, tampoco es así, tan crudo, como ella lo pinta. Me gusta, si, porque estoy acompañado, sí puede haber algo de platonismo, no me doy cuenta, tal vez sea el sentirla a mi lado. No me siento solo. Muchas veces digo que me gusta variar, comer entre horas, por ejemplo, y si es algún trabajo, poder sentir que puedo parar y escribir un poema o ir a algún sitio. When I started to tell you something, like I do with all did not make it with that intention, by contrast, wanted to improve and to do so every day a little more. My point of view, and yours, perhaps looking for experience in all cases. I should say I did something right, well, do not think it so bad, besides, I knew that was not what made him rather, but it encouraged me to do more. I remember the day that they told me the way when my father the day before had been cut, the next day, I did all afternoon. And it was for her. It is true that already planned to do one day, but I think if she had not told me that, would alike. Wednesday was cleaning with the long scythe the grass between the road and the wall and told me it was piling up, for example, on top of the stack that we had a few days before, a few weeks. And so I did, lively as ever. I wanted to do a bit rushed, because if left to the last day to another, I forget.
He had three piles collected and she looked at me and said, "You did a lot." That was another detail that encouraged me. In addition, she says her son is like me, but I do not see Elizabeth as a person who is to gossip behind your back. She tells me it seems strange that I should not have any problem because they treat me like a king and over, I take it that way. I always wonder if a king had put so many headaches. Palmyra is the only black spot on Wednesday. Dunno, but the older ladies always bring me uneasy. I do not know, no, yes, I know. Always dressed in black, always like to walk with gossip, well, what if I upset of Palmyra, is that "pobriño" so common on his lips. Perhaps my bad is not knowing enough to tell. Sometimes I said before my mother, and she remains calm, as if approved. I remember on a Wednesday, do not know what came to that event, but Palmira said, referring to me: "Pobriño" and my mother said, "Do not tell that, Palmira, he did wrong." I stayed planted, not knowing what to think ... the first thing was that my mother seemed to agree with her. And it destroyed. I do not know, there are so many things I do not understand. Better stop. Overall, not worth grieving for that. Why do you have to take pity on me?. Am I, indeed, that gives them reason to do so well?. What?. Is it just because I want to be different?. I do not know what's wrong. I want to be different, if so what?. I do not think that life is beautiful as you, the live. I see maybe if, you, but not me. I do not want to struggle just for my life. The poems I want to be my assistants, what's wrong?. A lot of people think he feels like a kick to hear that word name, or a smile from those that are dark inside. So what?. I always said I was completely sincere in my poems, why not see them, instead of laughing at them?. I know one day I went for a book of jokes Teresa, for a trip that was going to do and my mother saw. I told him they were for Teresa. And she opened the book in the opposite direction where he had written some poems. He said: "This is not." Dale, if you want, these loose "
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