Hasta que se caiga el cielo

Hasta que se caiga el cielo

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Last published Tue, Jan 22, 2019

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Tagsalfred almaia amaia amor delatierrahastamarte

II PARTE DE "¿QUÉ ES MI VIDA SIN TI?" -¡Amaia, espera!- la retiene del brazo, rogando que no salga por esa puerta, que no le deje así, ahí. -No voy a esperar más Alfred- ella agita el brazo hasta que logra escabullirse de su agarre. Su mirada perdida muestra que hace tiempo que ella ya no está ahí. Quizá sí físicamente, pero, ya se ha ido. -¡No puedes irte así! ¡No puedes dejarme así! Haces como si no hubiéramos vivido nada. Un año no se acaba así, de golpe, de repente... -Alfred...- por un momento, ella vuelve ahí. Le mira a los ojos. Él detecta una pizca de esperanza en ellos y coge su mano, esperando que hable. Ella duda, pero sacude la cabeza centrándose en su decisión ya tomada y se suelta por última vez-. No ha sido de repente. Dijiste "hasta que se caiga el cielo", y el cielo se me cayó encima en septiembre.

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