This was us.

I once loved a girl with big brown eyes and a broad smile. Beauty flowed all through her. One night we were driving home by the river, the rain it was beginning again. Clouds of dark would start stripping our love away. Come the morning and she was gone, thought about calling but I knew […]

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Un café.

“Anoche otra vez me acosté a dormir, aburrido” – dijo, recordando esa extraña sensación que acompaña a la persona que tiene algo pendiente por hacer. “Puede ser simplemente la percepción que resulta de la inevitable comparación de lo que tengo frente a lo que tienen los demás”- continuó. Sin embargo, algo no resultaba cierto de […]

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