Historias de Jupterfromafar

Some things are not destined to reach their owner.. To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison.. In order to save themselves,they must free them.. And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances".. We witness messages and poems that time was not sufficient to convey.. We witness a story that is not rare,but their love is rare.. Finally,we witness the new birth of a girl from under the rubble.. From under the ruins of love and nothing else..