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a child in heaven knew Atoyac flocks of parrots sail by a scandal invited to look up and see them. Today it does not happen anymore. Louis also could sing in the woods near my home. Today this forest is no more: it is populated by houses and my house, which was one of the last of the town and then followed the hill, the road to the cornfield, today is the colonial center. The colonies have spread beyond Tank crossing what was cornfield.

In the woods adjacent to my house I knew going to the tops and grasp chanchagos to tie thecheck his master while quiet at his feet.

One of the things of nature that man is more preoccupied by the wind, soft and cool or loud and brash. In the book of Philip the wind blows knocking on doors, fences and walls, leading echo wakes in the tanning and tears of a teacher by the death of hope, the cry of awaiting the return of history: a history not bring in your wind, the stench of bodies dumped in the sea, blown apart by the testicles torture clips.

strong wind and mild That brings us to remember our history of forty years ago is silenced by the sound of a bullet. A piece of lead had the power to silence the wind and producedr silence that still waits to be broken by history.

I know we all have a duty to plant a tree, raise a child and write a book. Congratulations to Felipe for this new delivery.