Let's be clear first of all, I'm a doctor and THE SNUFF, MATA.
Billion described diseases associated with abuse addictive this paper cylinder with many shits and nicotine.
But I can not refuse to smoke a cigarette when I go to Cadiz, overlooking the sea. Face to face, Cadiz and me. She plays with my smoke and me Blessed be the fire in the direction of the wind. And I do not refuse a cigarette with good wine when I'm with my family when we go for a drink at a bar, and tell us things that happen in these 600 miles that separate us.
not imagine getting out of surgery at dawn and do not reward myself with the cigar that I smoke in front of the hospital, looking at the sky and giving thanks to God and the Saints, to make a living to heal others, while I with my cigarette, I soiling the lungs either day.
Now lately, I can not remove the last cigarette of the day. Which echo in my balcony, watching the stars and the moon, like a cat on the roof, licking my nerves, and thinking about your face, how you will be and what your voice sounds. And in that last cigarette of the day, knowing that I am poison, I always end up with a smile, thinking of you.
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