The day knowledge to "Caspar " fucked me in cold, had neither a filthy sun and to make matters worse had Clara finished school. (Not would return to see more ...) sat on the last sector of my college, where "God does not see" - had in hand a book collectible paint-me had provided by some time-half opening & narrowing the pages, as calibrated you want and not venturing to start the book, me di cuenta que habia llegado hasta una parte, la cual dedicaba una figura de plano entero -no en version america que es pesima - a la pintura de Friedrich Caspar , "Viajero Frente al mar" o como tambien se le conoce "El caminante sobre el mar de nubes", me detuve a verla y me dio más frio , mas frío!, y, derepente me acorde cuando una vez baje hasta una playa en Pacasmayo y quize sentir el aire -simple aire- rozando me las mejias y recorde que habia estado solo y que ahí -donde estuve una After the world ends, that site is the Aleph and the echoes of the sounds of birds marine confounded and they made emerge where there is fear and there can be.
No, why F. Caspar paint that picture, so far only I could read it means the adventure by judiciously and who wish to undertake geometrically, but I think the colors and rinsed meditative position that theory and open existential way to feel the person captured in this picture, note frustration.
Clara Barranco the days free, and I fucked in Trujillo, bored and unable to think of anything more inspiring ... as before when my hamster I gave Thomas More, on the advice you.
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