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Lonely present to Kerlames.... Keep your Kleenex away!!!

All right! chaps. These guys in the picture are Jim Jarmusch and Tom Waits. I must add that this post is a request from a friend of mine who I really appreciate. Kerlames is his name. I remeber that we spent so many afternoons in the lovely south listening to blues, wandering around the city and reading books by Kobe Katsukawa; ("Seven naked servants" was my favourite) who unfortuntely died recently (Your soul; master, will remain for ever) I cannot say so much about him as words cannot fill up the gaps that my vivid memory has already open.

A couple of days ago we talked about two chaps we met once upon the time, Fernandez and Cruz, we do not where in the hell they are right now.

-I'm sure we will have some news about'em sooner or later- I said.
-You're right- Kerlames said.

This is just a little present to Kerlames who misses Pandiaco girl somewhere in the lovely south...

Spring is here and it is getting warm,

Good luck Kerlames and send my regards to Pabon Rabon.

Im in the balcony, it is warm, just like the paradise and I see the panorama... a big meteor is just coming towards the planet... it is over.....!!!

Regards

Volan



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