* Not much time to think about it... ...I see a 3D animation of a cross-section of the body of a bull, and what happens with it during bullfighting... ...some aluminum cans and bottles are set on a little mound, ready for shooting... .../I'm in my grandparents house and realize the gas valve was not closed in the kitchen. I hold my breathing to getn in and close it. I hope nobody turns a light on. It looks like it was open the whole night. I open the windows to clean the air... .../Multimillionaire people in the news that controlled what happened to be said on the other side of the hemisphere... .../I'm with the musician who composes folk songs and we worked together for the carnivals on the year 2011. There's a kid who cannot play some piece of music. Now they are working on a new project. I bring my acoustic guitar that is broken. I want to participate too. I hear the melody and start to figuring out how does it goes on the guitar. I get to play the melody. It's interesting but the kid doesn't want to play it because of he thinks it will mark him for life. I know there's something wrong in his statement although I don't realize what is it, then I try to explain that it's a matter of the carnivals and of course he will remember that as a good experience. It would be worse to remember that he lost that opportunity! The song is a sort of tribute to a guy who exceptionally played the quena. I see and hear him playing that "r" sound in a quena. I remember a fake artist who refused to collaborate in a project and lost his opportunity because of his vanity, then I use his example to explain the kid that he shouldn't be afraid of participating in the project/... * I woke up with the melody in my head and write it down... ...a beggar's bed on the stairs of the house... .../I'm in my school bathrooms. The kids have made a nasty mess up around. I let the water flow to clean some of it/... .../My glasses are broken and I give them to somebody who wants to explain something in front of a class. I see there's dirt on one of the lenses. I pick them back to clean it. We talk about something and she says: Does it still work? * Alarm clock goes off ...Let's go walking, let them go...
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