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Pensar todo lo que pasamos en tan poco tiempo no me deja dormir. Sé que nos prometimos no hacernos esto, pero hoy tengo que romper mi promesa para dejarte ir. El trato fue breve y simple, tu querías un mejor español, yo quería la profundidad de tus ojos. Parece que encontraste un par de palabras, parece que yo encontré sosiego. Nos despedimos como si hubiera café al día siguiente, o tal vez no lo hicimos para no hacernos daño, y solo quiero pensar en decir gracias porque sin ti la vida hubiera sido más dificil. Que pasará? Creo que es simple, tu podrás leer esté post (y entenderás muchas de mis dudas en los demás), yo podré guardar en mis recuerdos la magia de tus ojos azules...

Perdón por los errores, pero el teclado del iPod es algo dificil

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  1. Orale, orale, tal parece que allí hay una historia que no ha salido. Pues insisto, un tequila y ya.

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