Submerged

• Interlude •

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   "I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love
You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

   You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it's just the way you are. Make a new excuse, another stupid reason."

Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan.

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   Hi guys!! <3 This interlude is a new addition to my stories. The truth is that it was created as a little space to include fragments of my poems that go well with the story... but my poems are all in Spanish. So instead, I bring you music!

   And I just want to take the opportunity to mention a few things. First of all: I already have the covers for my next project to translate! Honestly, it has been super fun but also quite exhausting, haha.

   I want to mention that the point of my stories is always to shed light with empathy on minorities and discuss those deeply unjust issues. For example, here is a small excerpt from a note in the "ABC" newspaper:

"In France (67 million inhabitants), a farmer commits suicide every day. The pandemic has worsened this historical tragedy of immense scale. The first unofficial suicide figures for the first ten months of this year confirm the seriousness of the crisis. Between 2015 and 2019, an average of 370 farmers committed suicide each year in France. 292 were farm owners and about 278 were employees. Around 270 were men and about 100 were women. It is feared that 2020 could end with numbers rising to 375 or even 400 suicides."

Lastly, but not least, 2027 has been mentioned in some contexts as a critical deadline to halt climate change due to the need to take decisive action within a short period to avoid the worst effects of global warming. It has been studied—let's stop wasting time... every grain of sand matters.

   I'm not trying to be fatalistic or depressive, just to help at least one person realize that our actions matter... remember: hope is the last thing we lose.