I dream of an eternity of languid summer days, lounging by the beach, listening to the exotic strains of a Cuban son, sipping frozen margarita. I want no more of endless days of sitting in front of a computer rushing documents after documents… I’m tired. I want to get away from this polluted city.09 February 2006
Wish
I dream of an eternity of languid summer days, lounging by the beach, listening to the exotic strains of a Cuban son, sipping frozen margarita. I want no more of endless days of sitting in front of a computer rushing documents after documents… I’m tired. I want to get away from this polluted city.
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