THE HOUSE OF THE SEA. Novelist Blasco Ibáñez 8 (Dawn)
This story starts with a happy ending. I remember you as part of a band. And then a band as part of you. I remember thinking it would never be the same and not knowing I was wrong., despite being right. Who opens the way, He has no one to comfort him. I remember the sounds of that darkness, the outdated cuckoo that saw us all change. Now, Henry, with all the strength I have, I call you, to tell you come. You know this is the only important thing. You know it's not my thing to beg you, but come. Fire will come out of your wood, to shelter in fear, that God insists on testing us and our illusion. You understand me. You can already hear the midnight choirs. FEDE FERNANDEZ
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