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You do have a future, Diego. I know you'll do a lot with it.
Sometimes, when I'm not thinking about anything in particular, I get this song stuck in my head. Something my mom liked when I was pretty young. I don't like the song, I think it's called "Clouds" - but the lyrics come back to me anyhow. It's a strange feeling, like someone is trying to tell me something.
I wish the message, if there is one, came from a better source.
I'll miss you when you're gone, Diego - but I like to think of you that way, being a part of the world. I know I'll get some great postcards.
Thanks, Ken. I'll try my best. I've got a few years to work on getting ready for it.
I think that songs we heard when we were young always stay with us. I remember the songs my mother and grandmother used to sing, when I was very small, and those words come back to me.
Who knows, maybe your mother is trying to tell you something, in a way. People never leave us, not even when they seem to. Not even when they break our hearts. Memories are things with blood, with spirit, with life. That's what I believe.
Hey, who knows, maybe you'll be out there with me someday. I still think you need to let me work on your appeal. You can come to my café, and all your drinks will be on the house.
Isn't that funny, dearie, just the other day I was reading over a poem I wrote myself back when I was in my prime. Why, it really was a stunning piece of art that was too beautiful to keep to myself, and I suppose what it shows me now is I ought to work on having it published and sweeping gentlemen off their feet with more of my stirring ballads!
((Who doesn't love forced smiles? >:3))chevroladyJune 14 2010, 18:40:53 UTC
You dance, Mr. Armando? Like, I guess all that coffee must give you lots of energy to burn, huh?
But like, it really would be awesome for you to help domestic victims. Seriously, not enough guys in that field of work. I remember when we had a lot of "cover-up" surgeries one month at the clinic. The women didn't say anything but we saw a lot of other bruises, like, during their initial exams. It was awful.
[[Forced smiles are the best kind!]]nosugar_nomilkJune 14 2010, 19:39:29 UTC
I love to dance. Every man should know how to dance, if only for the women in his life. But I like dancing for its own sake, too. It's a form of communication between two bodies.
Yes, domestic abuse is awful, and often its victims don't know how to protect themselves, or how the law can protect them if they retaliate against their abusers. I'd do anything I could to help someone in that situation.
It's wonderful to have goals. I agree that aspirations and friends make life worth living. I do hope you'll be able to make all your dreams a reality.
And someday, if you have the chance, I hope you'll consider visiting Cohdopia, Mr. Armando! You could put it on your list after Mexico and Puerto Rico (both lovely places to visit). I could certainly provide you with a variety of discounts if you ever decide to travel to my home country.
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Sometimes, when I'm not thinking about anything in particular, I get this song stuck in my head. Something my mom liked when I was pretty young. I don't like the song, I think it's called "Clouds" - but the lyrics come back to me anyhow. It's a strange feeling, like someone is trying to tell me something.
I wish the message, if there is one, came from a better source.
I'll miss you when you're gone, Diego - but I like to think of you that way, being a part of the world.
I know I'll get some great postcards.
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I think that songs we heard when we were young always stay with us. I remember the songs my mother and grandmother used to sing, when I was very small, and those words come back to me.
Who knows, maybe your mother is trying to tell you something, in a way. People never leave us, not even when they seem to. Not even when they break our hearts. Memories are things with blood, with spirit, with life. That's what I believe.
Hey, who knows, maybe you'll be out there with me someday. I still think you need to let me work on your appeal. You can come to my café, and all your drinks will be on the house.
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Maybe someday, Diego.
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In any case, I'm not easy to get rid of, so you'll keep on seeing a lot of me no matter what.
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Sweeping people off their feet is a valid reason to write poetry. I myself wrote poetry with that in mind, in the past.
If publishing your poem is your dream, you should pursue it.
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But like, it really would be awesome for you to help domestic victims. Seriously, not enough guys in that field of work. I remember when we had a lot of "cover-up" surgeries one month at the clinic. The women didn't say anything but we saw a lot of other bruises, like, during their initial exams. It was awful.
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Yes, domestic abuse is awful, and often its victims don't know how to protect themselves, or how the law can protect them if they retaliate against their abusers. I'd do anything I could to help someone in that situation.
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And someday, if you have the chance, I hope you'll consider visiting Cohdopia, Mr. Armando! You could put it on your list after Mexico and Puerto Rico (both lovely places to visit). I could certainly provide you with a variety of discounts if you ever decide to travel to my home country.
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Cohdopia. Now there's an idea. Why not? It sounds like fun. All right, I'll add it to my list.
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I intend to behave myself, but it should be a couple years, at least.
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when you get out ill put on a magic show for you!1!! itll be the best yet!1!!
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