"A voracious disease. Degenerative terminal. Let no one doubt it. Good shit, makes you lose the famous amor.Te completely against everything. I disconnected everything and makes you believe in bird pregnant. It makes you see things where everything is pretty horrible. It forces you to say ridiculous and stupid to do the same things many times, then when you remember, can not believe it and you die of anger and shame. But when you realize that there the only patient who was so serious that serious, there is no turning back, you missed out, you're in the past, and left. And what's left of you after that is a useless jumble. A ball of snot. A handful of ashes. A pile of viscera pissed in the open. Trifle, nothing more. And come to that point, what is the only way to save you? Well other love, of course. The blood is treated with blood. Poison cures poison. A nail takes out another nail, but that leaves you huecazo. Buried old love new love, but eye opens new pain. And so on and for ever and ever. Let no one doubt it. Love destroys eats, kills. " B. Ortiz
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