the day when I wrote that post was cold in the city. he was not there and it was really far away. more or less the distance that exists between today and any day of my adolescence. also in the room was cold. so cold that almost did not feel my hands. but my love in that room has been preserved intact. and beautiful. when he returns there will see the signs of time, do not wear, do not thaw. but those of care, expectations and life to come.
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