JORGE, TO THE SPECTATORS, SOMEWHAT TIPSY FROM THE ALCOHOL: Mr. Barman, what can I tell you. My head came out of the madhouse thanks to my dad. The institution had turned into my mother: HUMMING: I ate there, played there, there I turned around my obsession I walked there Between roses and bougainvilleas
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JORGE, TO THE SPECTATORS, SOMEWHAT TIPSY FROM THE ALCOHOL: Mr. Barman, what can I tell you. My head came out of the madhouse thanks to my dad. The institution had turned into my mother: HUMMING: I ate there, played there, there I turned around my obsession I walked there Between roses and bougainvilleas
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