I got a call this afternoon from my sister, telling me that Kissy died. She fell asleep in a corner near our window in NYC, where she used to watch the birds and the ambulances, the Chinese strangers pass by, where she would eat the flowers from Mom's pots. She fell asleep and Diana found her dead. Kissy had a tumor as big as Mom's red flowers. But
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Gracias por este hermoso poema. Vuelvo pronto asi nos podemos ver.
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Te quiero cucusita
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Este post casi me hace lagrimear.
Que hermosa, y que en serio descanse en paz
:)
Un beso grande a vos y a Dai
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Te extranio
Besos
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