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Born March 28, 1935 Died March 12, 2019 In western Mexico a mile from Tepich, a ghost stood there on the beach. With a can of Coke, her scarf billowing lasciviously in the wind across her hips. I look at her longingly, wave timidly as I completely lose my breath at her figure. In that beautiful moment, my God stabbed me in the crotch with the tip of a knife and a quiet voice behind my head commands me: Leave that girl! Rf.: Just look, wipe your hot saliva with your palm, but don't start with that girl! Just look beautiful white, that club is sharp, so count to a hundred and give up girls. That terrible experience left me with a lesson for the rest of my life: The coast of Mexico is no place for a bowman to have fun. She can be as beautiful as a fairy, I will immediately lose my strength with the unattractive memory of my last bad luck. In the Mexico of my impoverished passions, I immediately feel the sting of the tow and an echo flies through my head: Leave that girl! Rf.: Just look, wipe your hot saliva with your palm, but don't start with that girl. So I just watch and go home, I will choose a Mexican girl in York, where I already know a few.