Estas a mitad de la tormenta, gris, fria y sin fin, llevas el paso lento, con el corazon en mil pedazos y cayendo, solo, sin red, sabes que no regresara, sabes que no te buscara, hay un ligero halo de luz que atraviesa, presientes un cambio en tus latidos es una mañana sin mucho que esperar…
You are in the middle of the storm, gray, cold and endless, you take a slow pace, with your heart in a thousand strokes and falling, alone, without a net, you know that it will not return, you know that it will not look for you, there is a slight halo of light going through, you feel a change in your heartbeat is a morning without much to wait ...
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