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Total Amount £ 47.5

I write these lines seated on the steps of St Paul's Cathedral. Only a few days ago I found the ticket to close my adventure in London.
Today, as a lover who will leave his beloved perhaps making the mistake of his life, I wanted to give me a farewell dust. I walked from Holborn to St Paul'sy ended up in Holborn. My brother accompanied me across the phone line. I laughed to see that London is still able to spend again coquetaente that joke that we laughed so much when we were younger. I noticed these bubbles
Holborn and I said "I'm not leaving here without ever seeing the dome of my favorite cathedral." I stepped my track towards it, recorrí esos pasos viendo las luces a  mi diestra y mi siniestra. Me maravillé, volví a quererla con todo mi corazón.
Cada zancada rompía una frase de rencor, dejaba atrás una razón para irme. Entonces llegué a Holborn Circus, donde todos los caminos se cruzan, donde antes me dejé llevar quizás por un rebelde inconsciente que no se quiere marchar, hasta el punto de partida.
Había un mapa, un raciocinio que se niega a sentimentalismos. El tiempo atmosférico era maravilloso, un calor sano con brisa refrescante y juguetona. Me quité el pullover y respiré acaso por última vez ese poluto aire de victoria de la capital del mundo. Seguí adelante y pronto reconocí las pecas his back, was very close.
's when heaven and earth were one and my right a building made me shy face. Was impressive, white, pure, bright and beautiful. So I love how after a long absence, I wanted to run to get before its walls, buttresses and fondle her almost in tears, sit here and share with you the sadness and joy of the beginning of a new era. I love

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Weekend to forget

This was certainly one of those weekends worth left in the dark and little visited corner of the memory.
However I must admit that not much different from what could be a standard in my life ... days of computer on which the cyberal football and communication networks replace reality and that reflux is interrupted only by sporadic moments of masturbation rote ...
That reminds me of that conversation I had with John in which he said they used to, but it was terribly sad loser and even a little embarrassing to remember old moments of glory ... to which I replied that it's not like Gloria to be ashamed of it ...
This day and a half without work has been depressing, but more terrible still is considered as the dog-Latin says: "Tempus edax rerum" (Time devours all) and therefore of no use repenting, and is only find a weak consolation that perhaps I can give Sam Peckinpah crowned this Sunday night with his "Wild Bunch" ...

Anyway, I hope the night never ends as the movie ...