the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a
hundred years.
These days I write a lot. From can't see in the morning to can't see
at night. Learned that from Oscar.
He wrote: so this is what everybody's always talking about! Diablo! If
only I'd known. The beauty! The beauty!
Lola's hair is long now and never straightened; she's heavier and less
guileless, but she is still the ciguapa of my dreams. Always happy to
see me, no bad feelings, entiendes.
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