And so I made an excuse to see you. Hoping in the threshold for the minutes to suicide. One after the other. And finally, I'll meet you...
Maybe our stories will continue to run apart...
But, at least, I'll see you...
(Forever invisible?)
Volar... ¿Por qué es imposible? Fuera del Tiempo, todo puede ser.
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