W.A.N.N.A.!

Love you Bro. Hey: I get the message about me sending some email to you. Well bro: we will wait, because my telecommunications are by wife+new boyfriend stopped... Lol™   Is a little(a lot) uncomfortable , but is matter of time will be fix it: time is endless, we will wait, so, that moment for we exchange message since God send such a link between our worlds/dimensions/nations will be ready in whatever infinite time where we live...   _______ Camille: Love you too friend. Miss Shelly: Love you too! Teacher: Thanks. Mister Beaver: Are you busy Sir? Mister Darius: Miss you workmate... Mister Larry: Congrats Father Sir!  Salamanca: Miss you... Jamestown: Miss you... Olean: Miss You...   God is always good, life is beautiful, and we just need to laugh again, and again, until God will hear it, and he will come to laugh with U.S. ... Love you senecas/haudenosaunees/new yorkers/americans+49 states... Friendship is a forever gift from Him, and nobody, no Governments...

After minus than 50 years old and before 50.001 Miles, Him have not find still enough reasons for not traveling anymore.  He was born, after spheric nine moons in mom´s belly pool, besides a river , and may The Lord provide soon enough to both of them the bless of what already they have in Mankind, but this time in the intimacy of a living room too: a family. What he most find in the road is people with good heart: Jesus and Democracy Everywhere = Vicario Mujica, Hairdresses/Sastre Capilar, +593 9958 49528, Argenhuman... Most than accidents(just one so far), is more what the motorbike "repair"(heal) him that the other way... The easiest in the trip is jump in: them he does known where is going, and the engine "feels" where to go... and he feel it, and he follow it... Used to be a life without purpose before the road: now he does not know where os going, but he is already where to belong. The journey... Stress is everyday more and more behind him: faraway, because NO...

Como en Perú papa: sin pasaje, no hay viaje...  Je je je.™ Andábamos a los pozos, las represas, a algo más chévere que recreo: bañarnos a nuestro antojo, nadar, bucear, jugar al fó y asolearnos lo más de rico en cuanto cuerpo/espejo de agua había entre nuestras casas y el colegio... Lo hacíamos cualquier día de la semana, pero los viernes era mejor: por algún motivo los viernes los profesores se reunían a hablar de nosotros y por sus reuniones acortaban todas las horas del día de clases así que nos soltaban más temprano... Lo que nos daba más horas de unlimited showers+fun in whatever place we will find suitable that day... Remember: those was not school properties, so, our human band of brothers(between five or seven of U.S., ten the youngest and maybe thirteen the older) was doing break in some private property of we never knew who... Lol. Any way that used to be like heading to the beach, but closer and several times a year... That was the first day in high school for me: leavin...