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[Title] => Songs show the way to that empty space - SOUNDS FAMILIAR by Baby A. Gil
[Summary] => The yearly commemoration of the Holy Week now results in lots of empty spaces. With almost the whole population out on vacation there are empty houses, empty offices, near empty malls and emptier streets even. To those who choose to remain in the city, this torpid state brings the bliss of peace and quiet, of a traffic-free existence, unhurried siestas and lots of time to clean out closets, to read, listen to music, think and pray and hopefully find that other empty space.
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[Title] => Cris Villonco grows up - SOUNDS FAMILIAR by Baby Gil
[Summary] => It is difficult to say when people start getting old. Age creeps up on you. Pessimistically it is when you realize that the joints are not as supple as you thought they were. Optimistically, it is when you start believing that age is all in the mind. But it is easy to tell when little girls grow up. The hair gets styled, not cut. The shoes acquire pointed heels from which peep painted toenails. There is pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Then when the occasion calls for it, there is the strapless top that defies gravity and really stays up. And suddenly the little girl is gone.
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November 18, 2000 - 12:00am