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face reality and leave the walls q barricade my strength right now is a psychological torture for q I do not think is prepared. It scares me walk back through the gray streets of this city, crowded gray when it was a scant 48 hours sunbathing on the white sand of a beach in Formentera, surrounded by beautiful people, and listening to a harmonious blend of chill - out and the sound of the waves. All my children and I have awakened to the distressing feeling of being expelled from paradise this morning to ask today we unconsciously aq yaq cove nightclub and painfully realize that they no longer were in the White Island.
After meeting
Privilege, Amnesia, Space, Pacha, El Divino, etc ... After having bathed in almost deserted coves ... After hearing live Picoto Mauro, Carl Cox, Roger Sanchez, and John Acquaviva .. . After probe mirases you looked you saw only perfect bodies and faces of angels they call you "precious" ... after about catching an undying spirit of celebration, and constant kindness ... after kissing the clouds .. .
You are here again, in this city without the sea, where everyone seems to be suspicious of everyone, and it is inconceivable that someone overflow wearing only a sarong style ..
; I MISS IBIZA!
