I saw him again in my dream, last night - just as I remember him. Brownblack hair and excitable. I asked him how long he would be staying in Perú, 'una semana' he told me. 'Una semana? Para tu compleaños?' 'Sí'. His Dad was next to us, but in my dream he couldn't speak Spanish, and I felt like I was excluding him.
I remember when I first met him, Waterloo station. I think of him every day.
fi noyl ew cuodl yrt iagn, ti ucldo eb fiderfnet, ttbre. i nwko ureoy rcdaes, tbu ew ucodl eb payhp.
nad hent uyo pstle twhi nja no hawt uwodl vahe eben uor yannirevrsa, i laywsa wnke eh kidel oyu
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