Capillaries Broken On Lip WEREX!

I have a friend. Werex called ... no, not really called Werex, called Manuel. Manuel Alejandro Arellano Vallejo. Vallejo! Vallejos not like other people say and how was the name of the detective who effected the meetings with the family lost in Come with me, that program leading stinking Pollo Fuentes. Pollo Fuentes Hahahaha! Hahaha. Do you remember when we were in art class and we had to do a portrait of someone famous? I did Jared Lito, Felipe made Janis Pope (if that bitch ever considered him famous) and you did a "Patrick Swayze" Jajajajajaja. And when you said you showed us Advin "Who is it? - And I said" El Pollo Fuentes! Hahahahahaha. And even if your intention has always been Patrick Swayze, never was,ajajaja. You can not imagine how I miss you, Werex. There are days where I feel sad, nostalgic or melancholic, you name it, that I swear I feel the need to hold, to feel close and to hear your voice and your laugh and your scent of expensive perfume your grandmother brought from Italy. This exquisite sensation I felt when I held the postcard you sent me with a collage of photos of Yellowstone National Park. You there, in the home of Yogi Bear. Ahhh! Manuel, I want you here. Does not exist on the planet, someone like you. You are an irreplaceable friend. Never change. I swear. I love you and you know Werex. Take care when you come and check all your stuff, because, my King, you are commanded to do pa'mandarte condors and that you are, is