The Decal Of Thought

In 1997 I could have gone into heaven, I''ve met the poetical resurrection of Bárbara in downtown and it was sugar on my nerves as if my melancholy could recall some more external clean places awakened by this vision; all he knew was his family and the good people who lived in this building in the ground level. Even if Alex met Margarita in 1995, he had always in his blood cyclic female features that fought any mathematic will thought since Adam Smith into the world stocks of Wall Street where there were blues in a ballad cause even if you have to endure a tough task, there was Alex words that once met Sue who before got married and told him: I think you have a way of making even the plainest stone sitting stranded on the beach, happy to be alive by your words, they are magic aren''t they, they bring life to all that love to read them. Thanks Sue.