gina left.

she has gone to florida.

and all that goes through my head is neruda

Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso.

i wonder if she'll learn spanish...
(being in southern florida)

or perhaps neruda is more than i would hope for
in any language.
and
"XX"
always translates
the same.