This soul of mine in this period has been linked to many stories, some invented, others, they are simple stories but the most fond of, they tell of a friendship, stories of men and women, of moles and sirens who are men and women, with their erotic and heroic dreams. Stories that belong only to me, to my many worn faces and erased memories.

A new wind this year, which comes with spring, a wind that has cooled many smiles, because we don't say some things simply because we don't like how they sound, not out of cowardice or out of love, because we always want to to be understood and seen in the soul.

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