some days I returned to South City , this time more or less final, and since I moved away forever from calving , hoping that people leave-in huasiloco trashy and full of friendly types, without the world and good for the spirit and grass, and women sexist and dominated by vigorous ass and appetizing hot woman faces not assumed-the ghostly trail of the killers heroes and adventurous. The truth is that I was in Coñaripe (spa located northeast of the tenth region) throughout the summer and walked in about 4 or 5 texts from my book of short stories interwoven to be titled ARCADIA, and that leaves the bildungsroman to break into the social dump of South City: the treachery of false Mapuche, drug trafficking and money laundering, the university issue, certain crimes suspiciously inexplicable collapse of the relationship and the baleful beasts of local artists are some of the items entered this experiment. was not well in Coñaripe (This is far from me for now), but I lacked food, water or a little affection. Strangely, for my unconventional quality that appeals to detachment and autonomy of Gnostic determinism usually anticreativos family, I can say that one of my biggest motivations was my daughter Francisca Catalina (May 1, 2000) , who lives me who I see for the holidays, but that is a sort of output port. In addition, there is something in it that has my stamp undeniable, and that certainly is a detail, but the fact ... not promote or against which I rebelled.
EVERY MAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO ALL THE IDEAS, AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WILL BE IN THE ARISING 
