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How we would all be without us? Poem 49

The other day I was walking down the street jumps. She wore a dress much like mod ... I envied so much. I would love to know where I bought it. I recognize, but I'm sure it was me. I screamed like a madwoman, I waved my hands, but when I turned around to me I do not recognize. I thought if I screamed my name was going to give me cuentade to me that I was behind me, but when I rushed over and I left behind. I think I saw fear ... and yes ... it seemed crazy screaming my name in the middle of the street Salta and I did not recognize me ...
went with the guys and they all said "yes, it's you." But hey ... I've changed a lot ...
Anyway ... I hope to find ... they say you is not with himself every day, and I can tell, this was the first time I saw. Maybe later, when you are better prepared to recognize, to say hello, and there, with luck, I can chat with me ...