
Una fabrica de sueños, un baúl lleno de recuerdos.




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my parents do not understand me, ... and nor will understand me.
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About four years ago I decided to draw on my closets’ doors some images from my friends and family. Here I posted one of them. They are my parents and all their children (including me… the littlest one). My parents married back in 1957 and had 8 kids… don't even think about complaining, as I’m the last one ;)