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Fuck Buddha

‘I remember when I used to feel something… ‘ said Hulio Cesar. He spoke slowly, as if considering each word very carefully. The traveller and Julio were sitting on the grass in plaza San Martin since late morning, moving a little further everytime the shadow of the tree reached the traveller´s legs.
‘When did you stop feeling?’ asked the traveller with great interest.
‘I woke when I realized I was dreaming. And it’s been like this ever since.’ answered Hulio.
‘Go back to sleep then.’ suggested the traveller.
‘If you ever manage to wake up, the most foolish thing you could do would be to go back to sleep.’ Said Hulio, and upon finishing his sentence, he got up to his feet.
The shadow of the tree touched the traveller’s legs – and he woke..
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los extraño mucho
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