
The rags of your love
Dear companion of my days… To think it was true that your eyes saved a hidden illusion when our sight crossed
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Dear companion of my days… To think it was true that your eyes saved a hidden illusion when our sight crossed

There is a memory-related phenomenon of which every single one of us, whether we like it or not, have been

Entonces ahora sé… Yo era joven y quería creer que nada nos separaria, pisando mano a mano dentro del otro

So now I know… I was young enough to believe nothing will break us, stepping hand-in-hand into the other side.

Recientemente he tratado de hacer memoria al respecto y no me acuerdo exactamente qué o cómo pensaba a cerca del

Recently I have tried to remember the topic, but I don’t exactly remember what or how I thought about marriage

I never thought such words would inhabit my mind, my thoughts. I never thought I would see such times. Always

Vivir en Caracas y estudiar Teatro no hacía necesariamente de mis viernes un día especial, muchos viernes y fines de

Living in Caracas and studying theatre, my Friday nights were not necessarily special, a lot of Fridays and weekends I

On this rainy night, at this precise moment I begin to lose focus and feel deep anxiety about life, How
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