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LETTER TO LXS who stroll through HERE AND MYSELF (CLOSED FOR HOLIDAYS)

Hello,

After a night with several very productive discussions, preceded by another night with several other equally productive conversations, because conversations are productive in kicking off the masks and let us dirty words raw, all these in a range of fifteen days, and they mean that sediment left behind, say goodbye. Until then, I have fifteen days of vacation, and although this is not a job, do not live as such, if it is becoming an obsession. Also, I feel I'm losing my only value type, the only thing I claim that until recently was pushing me to do so. I have always tried, speaking from inside of me transcend to another level. Lately, I write compulsively, having nothing to tell, fleeing from me and I do not like. I feel my voice is evaporated. I feel like I'm doing well. I think I'm being dishonest with myself. I do not like.

That said, I'm going to spend these two weeks. Entirely, because I do not think I've gone away and I can find, or find another way and refine. Because the only way I can keep feeling clean and not become a liar. Only then will also devote myself entirely to those around me. That matters more than a verse.

Therefore conclude

throwing the alley closure, two weeks on holiday, two weeks because I need to stop running and stop for a while, two weeks and if I need some more, as well.

Thanks to all the comrades.

Besos.

Sergio.

PD That if the following entry (in the morning to close my eyes) is a poem from you soon.

Esti