It's another day in Santiago, Chile. When i'm in vacations i just think in the roadplain. What to do, and who are invited to go. But, this year, was different.
In this bloddy summer i only think in my friends, several of them going to married the next month, and the gift to them (the exactly gift, not another present). Others are in the hospital and the visiting are very queer the smell in the rooms are very very sad.
And i don't know why i'm writting in English, if my language is the spanish. So Queer, but, i won't change the wrotten letter.
I'm boring, yes, hope the call of a friend, to invite me to escape from this afternoon, to night.