Cansada... agotada.
Con una dolorosa conciencia de cada músculo y cada hueso de mi espalda.
Dicen que hay viajes que son reveladores....
...inesperadamente reveladores...
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Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.
I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.
You wrote me?
Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over
- The Notebook - (again*)
Espero que esas inesperadas revelaciones, mejores o peores, te ayuden a reencontrar tu camino.
Un abrazo muy, muy fuerte
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