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Pues ustedes trajeron el calor y con ustedes se va, porque en ustedes vive el sol. Lo chistoso de la gente buena es que tiene la facultad de aparecer junto a otra gente buena, tienen la facultad de juntarse. Ha sido un gusto compartir este tiempo con ustedes y ver cómo van cambiando y creciendo durante todo este tiempo. Se llevan el sol y se convierten de la mejor manera en uno de los últimos motivos para volver a Erlangen. Ha sido un gusto crecer juntos y aprender juntos. Ha sido un gusto transformarme mientras las veo cambiar. Y así como las mariposas, es necesario volar al sur porque el invierno se acerca. Espero mientras tanto que no vuelvan a ser las mismas, porque no las quiero congeladas en el tiempo. Espero que abracen la nostalgia que vendrá en algunos días. Espero que se den cuenta de que cambiaron para cambiar su entorno, y que cualquiera que sea su camino, lo tomen sabiendo que lo que se llevan de aquí no va incluido en sus 80 kilos de equipaje o en sus archivos de la computadora. Lo que se llevan de aquí va en sus corazones y sus corazones irán a donde vaya el sol.

Sean felices y coman taquitos 

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