Recuérdame

Recuérdame

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Parece que fue ayer cuando tenías 18 años, cuando tenías toda la vida por delante, cuando parecía que te ibas a comer el mundo. Pero el caso es que sólo parece porque hoy ya tienes 70 años, todo ha cambiado, algunos siguen, otros se han ido, y sobre todo, las muertes parecen conquistar el mundo que antes veías con una sonrisa y que ahora ves entre lágrimas. Pero a pesar de toda oscuridad, queda luz en forma de recuerdos y en forma de sorpresas.
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