viernes, mayo 18, 2007

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she was close to me but never really saw her, then it became some relation, I start to see "that" country in a different way, we Mexican do not like gringos specially me... no culture, no tradition, no memory, zero history... from where I came the oldest church was made 450 years ago, and there are ancient buildings twelve thousand years old, and people that knows history about every thing, people that knows the name of the streets... then I came close to this country whit no sun but a morning rise dollar.
I had one walk with here on her country, it make big difference. I like to smell a dollar bill, like to think on living there... working, because ones I walked hand to hand with a gringa.










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