This weekend has been more fleeting than Zaragoza.
On Friday I arrived at 23.15 to Sevilla, I went for a drink with Ernesto and his friend met @ s. He had not seen him but the rate remains the same. Thinking, I realized I had forgotten the names of many of the people I worked with Telefónica.
The concert was much more impressive though I had more in the former. This arrived just as I was starting late because of the damn Altaria. We watched from the stands furthest from the stage but hey, I enjoyed the visuals and better staging. Clear that the other was at the heart preferred, with my girl, colleagues and watered by alcohol and pass me shit, and
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