I went on vacation to come Huatulquito and sad because I did not last long vacation, never mind. Super recommended, clean sea, there are so many people, many bays to know, Zipolite super recommended. They take some pics: D
That's the question that made us Yol on his blog today, and was in answer to my post so here it goes. Several years ago my sister died in one of those days that goes a mega depression and despair for wanting to see her again I wondered how I would be in place where I was, if he was happy?, As would be the place? .. . I fell asleep crying and there began the dream, and one of several that have which I feel is not a dream but a reality, I went to the bathroom (yes, that's romantic) and there I saw my sister, I stayed in a 6 because usually when I dream about it that is very often, I dream that she is still alive, or nothing ever happened anything and everything was as before, then asked "but what are you doing here?" then she told me several things, among them that was fine and was happy and had nothing to worry about, really listen to just remember that all I had to tell me and gave me great pleasure and tranquility to see and hear what I said after that I remember not dismissed or have said or done more, but since this dream I'm more relaxed, at first because I saw and felt (say I felt their presence because they never touch or hold her in the dream) and listen mostly because I needed to know.
So my answer to the question of Yol is a bit silly, it was only: What are you doing here?
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew. The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend
My parents in Zipolite 
My mom and I 
My mom and dad in Chahue 
My dad in Chahue 
