Lima" The Grey ", a phrase so overused but in this Once I dare to write because now I realize what it really is. I do hosted for 19 years, under a gray sky, like the belly of a rat, no matter if it indicates that it is summer, autumn or spring, because in the end always will wear well. Many times have you heard criticism of others and myself, I know there should be, but, on the contrary, criticism should be for those people without culture who can not look the same, our "home." I hope to learn much from you and vice versa, do not hesitate to take long walks next to him, because every time there is, I feel more than free, I feel I'm on my way to know deeply through every step I take, because it is as if we were a single and more. And that it should be, because now I realize in many situations, like when I walked for hours with this group of photographers walking your streets, capturing images together in a professional way and that way you know everything through the lens Leicca. As you so brilliant night and the lights of the Plaza Francia, with your colorful walls Quilca with the beautiful Gothic structure near San Jose Church, with the beautiful Bosque El Olivar, with the Champ de Mars where I grew up or that naive girl that AA. HH. Wetlands adjacent to the window, where I met your extreme side poverty and poor health, but nevertheless photographed for posterity every detail and every moment and thus the rest observe how you are, not just in your way, but in your background, especially. You
Lima, belly of a donkey or rat, you know my thoughts, my sighs, hallucinations and delirious moments of psychological adventure, with just give thousands and millions of steps on you. There is no need to talk, you know very well, but just enough to look at you because I will be a few words but of many looks, and in any case ... I'd rather write.
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