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My butterflies hanemigrado to some distant country, so that we no longer feel as I stare. Ymir I liked that feeling ... Even esospequeños defects that made you especially are starting to bother me. Siemprefui black or white, never gray or other color San Martínque arc always looked for after the rain. I feel that estaetapa, yours and mine closes. We won the monotony or the few ganasque put on him. That's the difference, and Novale blame.

The train arrives its destination. respírame.Puede air Take it your last breath.

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Want gray days, smoke stacks from remote villages, Children jumping in puddles, and here winter, chestnuts on the fire and wool coats. Want dried flowers, cold rain with blankets and cups of coffee by the window, films with happy endings and used tissues. Want black and white photos, smiles and wet leaves unfinished, homesick backward and chocolate with churros. Want wind sways the trees, colorful scarves and hats, the smell of wet earth and melancholy songs . Want poems of Miguel Hernandez, Alfonsina Storni and Antonio Machado. And you're want this winter to heat the sheets together.