Era una mañana fresca, pero parecía que se había detenido el tiempo apenas rayaba el sol de la mañana el único recuerdo que tenia horas antes eran unos besos furtivos y unos cuantos te quieros a media voz, las mangas de su blusa tenían el olor de su perfume que la estaba enloqueciendo o era esa sensación extraña de desesperación infinita por no tenerle, lenta a era la mañana para recordar una vieja forma del corazón...
It was a cool morning, but it seemed that the time had stopped as soon as the morning sun was scratching the only memory she had hours before were some furtive kisses and a few love you in a low voice, the sleeves of her blouse had the smell of her perfume that was driving her crazy or was that strange feeling of infinite despair for not having him, slow to was the morning to remember an old heart shape ...
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