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Today, in this devastating storm, where my eyes can reach flooded rivers and seas, can distinguish between the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks and causing envy me, for the great love I have for you. As soon as I untie the bonds that cover my body, so once again, I snatch my, this thorn that is killing me but as a picture is painted in the sea ?, like an ocean without water survives ?, how survives an autumn no wind? and now tell me how I survive without you ?.

Fragmentos de mi alma (Fragments of my soul)Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora