did not want to hear, not want. A few days ago is turning the video. I did not want. I did not want the sadness, nostalgia, pain biting my chest again without a modicum of mercy. I did not want me back that day, surprise, chagrin, the run home to my partner seeking refuge and solace and understanding, with her crying on my shoulder, that should be mutual support, no room to stay in own weakness. I did not want the big eyes of my daughter trying to take off the death in vain, no, not that what is needed, parents must support our children, not vice versa. I did not want this trembling of legs, as one after twelve hours in line that ended in an untimely fainting, peers opening a way through the crowd that crammed between the oxygen was not circulating but I was able to get the bottle that I got sevenap I do not know where, things that happen when you're between the morochaje, that if I become unconscious in northern neighborhood thought I was drugged insurance. Did not want to mourn again no.
But I was, I clicked on the link, and now that I saw after mourn as an asshole, in the midst of tears I was born the smile, pride, peace of mind knowing that the guy went through my life, I returned the impetuosity of youth, the yearning for justice and hope. Hope. And above all, he did not just me, but with millions of guys and gals who have returned to their old ways, so you never less.
And here we are, standing next to Christina, to Victoria.
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