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A hope has stolen my nights of misunderstanding, my words have flowed like water at the effect of gravity, but unlike her, have risen, feeling comfortable in the air, in the sky, in the wind.
That is a good hope, certain in my dream, creating laughter, fantasy, imagination, places and moments eternal in my mind, in my heart.
That hope has disguised all that, no, no disguise, is all, but not complete, its brightness belies beyond, belies its requebrajamiento, is like a costume, glow if mimics yes, but not real. That hope
kills, takes days, hours, thoughts, tears and dreams takes, takes concerns, demands care, that trifle want to take the place of a fine diamond, cheat, attracts, but that clearly of manufacture will not last, and not last, any imitation becomes opaque, it becomes dark, you notice your glue over time, denote its worthlessness, and so is the rub and rub all day will never be like the precious gem, the hidden reality.
That hope has died with a last letter, with one last look, with a final thought, with a comparison with the final understanding. Adios
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