One of the things I always liked to do is look at the drawers and closets in search and seizure of anything you have saved. I was a child and still do now, because mentally I'm still a girl. I do not care what it is: the Heyneken coasters, the golden book of frames, the box of pasta filled with many small objects, Cole Calculator (Casio), the squirrel-shaped piggy bank without a cap, a ticket 500 pesetas, dice monopoly and asynchronous sucesivamentes.
count this because it is what I was doing right now, a look not too deep of my possessions. They have no economic value but as I see them I get waves of images, smells, feelings.
And suddenly, lifting a folder I found a letter I wrote when I was 16. The letter has gone hand, houses and even cities. I at that time I did it because I needed to release what was inside, but I never thought anyone could be interested. I showed it to my mother, read, and immediately went through most of my family.
The letter (a large sheet of notebook paper, squared) summarizes my life in a small space to date. Elicited tears and laughter in equal measure. That is what we in my family, we laugh and cry both. Let's cut the nonsense
and go to what really interested. Brazilians look good spend it watching TV, not like us with so much heart and shit.
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