Thirteenth Tale A TRAIN IN SOUTH 
In a small village, of which here we call satellite town, being near the capital of Venezuela, life never goes with the apparent calm and monotony selling housing solutions among people called coloneros and others simply called these strange neighbors, people who do not show nothing but the pattern of the hustle and bustle of the city of Caracas. As lattice atmosphere involves a number of repression and unbridled passion for wanting to escape even from here and return to a place where one feels more protected, without finding the way out of the alterations caused by the traffic every morning to going to the capital is sweetened with a return tonight to go the same route with the same people again and take me to travel just 17 miles in about two hours. It is here that inhabits the body that carries my soul who now lives longing to see the world beyond the border between the tropics and the South Pole, traveling on a train that does not take me to heaven, just take me to the South, take me to a singles dating ñuñoa such that take me to a coffee and enjoy the wine, where the heaviness of the morning starts with chopping hot mate with the beauty of the mountains cheeks smiling and giving me the good morning. See tour the mirage of my lungs tired, where I have to repopulate a new reality and live happily, where it can reach a new land without banished from my dreams, my passions, my letters. Living in a land to the south where I decide how to waste my time, where I choose as sweating my effort. I'll take a train to take me away from my satellite town and leave me with my boxes of memories and nostalgia in a new land of full nights, rosy cheeks, shouting and dancing. A land where writing is not prohibited where the art is exalted, where my lifestyle worth it. José Antonio OL
In a small village, of which here we call satellite town, being near the capital of Venezuela, life never goes with the apparent calm and monotony selling housing solutions among people called coloneros and others simply called these strange neighbors, people who do not show nothing but the pattern of the hustle and bustle of the city of Caracas. As lattice atmosphere involves a number of repression and unbridled passion for wanting to escape even from here and return to a place where one feels more protected, without finding the way out of the alterations caused by the traffic every morning to going to the capital is sweetened with a return tonight to go the same route with the same people again and take me to travel just 17 miles in about two hours. It is here that inhabits the body that carries my soul who now lives longing to see the world beyond the border between the tropics and the South Pole, traveling on a train that does not take me to heaven, just take me to the South, take me to a singles dating ñuñoa such that take me to a coffee and enjoy the wine, where the heaviness of the morning starts with chopping hot mate with the beauty of the mountains cheeks smiling and giving me the good morning. See tour the mirage of my lungs tired, where I have to repopulate a new reality and live happily, where it can reach a new land without banished from my dreams, my passions, my letters. Living in a land to the south where I decide how to waste my time, where I choose as sweating my effort. I'll take a train to take me away from my satellite town and leave me with my boxes of memories and nostalgia in a new land of full nights, rosy cheeks, shouting and dancing. A land where writing is not prohibited where the art is exalted, where my lifestyle worth it. José Antonio OL 
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