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2006-08-30  | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english]    | 



Sad…feeling this emptiness in my soul; I look through the window and see nothing else but numb everywhere. Everything is now empty… empty and dark such as my broken soul. Now, lying down on a cold corner, are sitting all my thoughts crying for yesterday’s life… forget all those happy days when we were together as a true team, forget all those sunny summer meetings when everybody was laughing and felt as they belonged there…
True tears are coming now from those shadowy eyes and every day seems now more like a bad-dream.
Sad…feeling this emptiness in my heart; I look now through all those funny pictures made in those unforgivably days and I don’t recognize them anymore. What happened? When have we left all that behind? When did the Earth stopped spinning around us? When and why? Remember now all it used to be and as the memories come by, I start to feel my cheek covered all up with salty pieces of water. From all it was left behind, I can only remember now the laughs as they sound like a true voice inside my thoughts. You’ve left behind everything that was pure inside our souls and pretend like you don’t know me anymore…
It’s sad but also true; nothing is like it used to be… we’re all now grownups or we just pretend not to be kids anymore? I gaze out the window. What do I see? White trails of clouds turning into massive cold and dark shadows; it’s just me drawing them with my corrupted mind. Dust. Dust everywhere.

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