Detrás de la ventana
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Nueva casa.
Nuevo empleo.
Recorrer las calles de mi nueva ciudad.
Tomar café y comer un muffin donde mi abuela me recomendó.
Tal vez alguna fiesta.
Tomar vino añejado con "mi dulce soledad"
Realmente estoy emocionado de tan solo pensarlo.
Solo hay un pequeño detalle, no hay noche no pueda despegarme de la ventana que da al edificio del frente, hay algo en ese chico que me da curiosidad, quiero saber a que huele, cómo habla, cómo camina. No solo quiero verlo detrás de la ventana.
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