We carry millions of tears inside us. The surface of our sins is full of emptiness. We seems to be someone but we are one single life, fragile, intuitive, lonely. Our hearts are beaten by the collapsing whisper of meanings and helps, but we won’t reach the absolute silence. This light of our days is … Sigue leyendo
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