With this letter I wrote to Alba Elena García Moratalla, Poeke want to thank from this blog, the huge, warm participation to literary event at the Centro Cultural Paco Rabal, last 11 March. As the rain hit the glass of the bleachers, the verses also beat us, sweetly, the heart. 
Dear Elena: yet - you see how silly is one - I have the memory of Friday and I can not express what I wanted, but that inside he is forging.
If I could see a hole the presentation of the book, and some discomfort, I could have gone ..... feel a tremendous anger.
And it was a Friday, how good and changed my site in the stands ,..... mejooooorrrr to see you!, .... and I saw great, with your hair so rechula, and your earrings with emeralds, ....... Clearly the hope is with you, because you make be reborn.
I can not say what was more beautiful, ... but anyway ... I have said something, breathe ... ....... mothers, children, Come born in the rain ...
Yo I'm a neighborhood girl, I know what I say, because districts sharing is another bread, another salt ..... anyway, thanks ...... multiply phone lines, now that I have read little by little the feeling that escape me ........, but not going toward the dawn of their birth. Congratulations
these poems that have already seen the light! ,
a big hug,
Carmen.
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