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Men Square Gé

were other times.

man So if you were called you could not apellidarte Ge, and could remain in the choir come to mean a disgrace. It was as questioning one's manhood, and then a male should be defined from the outset and, at least until the end.

then socialism was even working and, above all, English.

Then the cabinets were full of fags, but the gallant enough to ride the float.

then used

sunrise to bedtime.

So we preferred to laugh at all to mourn for nothing.

Then we preferred the music to the lyrics.

Then our phone books were paper napkins with promises of love that no one wanted to meet.

Then the fault was yours forever.

Then the verb need never surprised us awake.

Then nobody seriously doubted the existence of God.

If you think that I have no reason 'I'll go where I came', but to meet again 20 years later Ge concert was only a matter of time.

And it was like then.

and put David Summers to the rock standing. With his treble.

odd and gave out hugs. Them to them. Least one.

And we got the imagination against the gray mania.

and gave out common tasks: A zero-tailed, and others with much whiskey.

And we got the rules in the pocket.

And we wanted to do what should not.

And so was the fourth divorce they married in white.

and enjoy as much as in the past century.

But no bell bottoms. And rimmed glasses. And without the rule of three. And without missing a false erection morning.

So we went to Penta together on an expedition. And almost no friends backed out.

Did I say 'back' again? For that, one, two and three, and counting the tiles as you go.

Because Vega was also. So quiet.

And I box at the bottom wall. The Santa Teresa.

And sing 'the generation' at the time of closing.

The only guest not missed the meeting was twice the runt of the Orquesta Mondragón. But no one missed him. To go Dutch when the revelry.

to other peers.

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