A month has passed us, and still look amazing. I'm still going to turn on the TV and I see it, sideways or distracted, and I can not believe you're gone, Nestor. I know many still do not believe like me, you're gone. Many who have that feeling when you appear in the archives of days ago, but we have been gone a month.
messing around, always remembering. The myth will eat the man. Some say this and other things, all about you, until your name is not yours and is ours forever. Traces of Man will fade, and only memories remain of your people.
Thanks for letting us Partner to be part of this dream. I come to invite you to a dream, so more or less well, you presented to us. Which comes from the south and calls us to dream, but not sleep as others, but make our dreams.
Thanks Nestor.
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