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. . . And all taxes well. He had been a good party, though I must admit quiet, think my friends are getting old , yet I always look to make up for that to have fun and good, I can not complain, quite enjoyed that night, thanks to her, Thanks to them, my friends. Whiskey or talk, I do not remember even that mark was, I just remember the flavor, soft and pleasant. . like her. And Everything was magic, until we got into the taxi and then occurred .. It was the dawn of the 24, the driver had made an extensive tour, from reform to Tris Island, then to San Nicolas and later to St. Elizabeth. We finished it and I alone, but making us the company of each other in the back seat, as on many other occasions when we attuned. . She was my world, had it all to me, even the memory and even more, it hurts. It hurts to know that I lost it, after almost 2 years together, after so great times together, after reveal my secrets, my most intimate secrets was always faithful and I always wanted, from the first moment I saw her. Lucia so. . simple but with great presence, as was ideal, at least for my soft to the touch, without so many complications. . Simple on the outside but full of surprises inside. . . She was my world. And so, from night to morning! Not, from dusk to dusk , with the new moon saw leave. I saw her walk away slowly at the taxi, seemed unwilling to depart, but it was useless, he had finally arrived. The lights were becoming increasingly opaque, more and more cloudy, I know that because of the distance, or my eyes clouded by the effects of whiskey, or the myopia that is permanent and that I believe is increasing, I do not know, I do not care. What matters to me is the pain I feel, what I care about is losing. She had all of me. Do not know why I do not understand. I do not understand why it had to happen, lose, lose the most valuable to me, of course, after my family. She was my world. Fortunate that now is with her, lucky you now have, lucky to get their hands on it, lucky that your fingers run through it. . I unhappy about losing. At that time I was! Divine punishment! .. but no, I have behaved so badly after all, and in any case, the new owner will the successor of Benedict XVI?, Have I done enough to merit have it? "to take her with him? will be more necessary to him than to me?. . . Do not know. . but strange, and I resigned myself to losing it, would not accept it until a few hours in the hope that kept me back, but no. . everything is lost. Now I only remember it in pictures, remember me. Even the strange, even hurts, but I resigned. Adios. Adios companion, my trusted confidante bye, bye .. . my laptooop! hahaha, oops: D