la maravilla de la soledad y los diálogos con mi madre
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All one can dream, all that you can experience is the reason of the mirage, the fog that comforts our wounds. Navigator of your own thoughts, my life I made a candle, and although this tattered, if I may compartiralgo than I am at the height of your human complexity, I am your slave, the maker of brush and palette Wood, a song waiting to Vacoa echo of my own forgetfulness.
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