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Oct 04, 2009 20:20

At night in my bed you can hear the train as it pulls into the station from Buenos Aires

I had forgotten how much I love Maria Rita until she came on the internet radio station under the Bossanova jazz I've been studying to.

Belen and I are going to the plaza to have an icecream.  Spring is finally on its way.  Tomorrow we'll have rain and thunderstorms, and everything will drip.

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