
As a song I made him paint the scene when "'ll find you one morning in my room ...";
With me images of those who want to go, photographs and letters in my drawer.
In my hands holding a rosary.
In my farewell song, Gracias a la vida ...
My bed is next to my grandfather Tito and the gardener a lighted incense stick ...
(and if possible an unprecedented cueca mi tierra "I Torina")
This column is a little freak I lost sleep over the week of 17 and due to the violent and cruel death of two people who saw a day ... my thought was " They wanted to kill you ... they expect from it?"
My epitaph ... I forgot ... Cotis
Here lies ... Dead and ... Laughter ... ji ji ji
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