I have to write a story about that. I say it so many times that some of them I forget what I was going to write about this story that I started writing thinking I was clear about the memory that had moved me to write. Oh the reasons what a motor. Now Neil Diamond and his songs come to mind from my uncle Antonio's records that I listened to in his room in my grandparents' house in Villaverde Bajo next to the train tracks that had brought Juan Carlos so many years ago. from the Portugal of the exiled Bourbons.
But it seems to me that that is not enough for a story. No I have never told myself I have to write about that when I remember Sunday afternoons discovering the Kinks and the Doors at my grandparents' house on the record player of my CXB Directory uncle my father's very little brother. Which does not mean that at some point I end up saying it I end up saying that I have to write about the discovery of exciting rock and pop musicians the fabulous discovery of the music of the young people who were before I was before I On those afternoons in the s I learned to appreciate the value of the enthusiasm that comes from music.
Yes sometime I will write about that about the pleasure of removing those deep black vinyls from their well-folded and protective plastic covers of extracting them from those wonderful covers with their cool images some evocative always forceful always so listening to this thing that is going to enchant. Yes. I have to write a story about that.
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