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Por esta razón comparto los míos.

IVAN CASTRO
14/01/2011



sábado, 3 de junio de 2017

So blind

I was in the deepest fear alone in the dark; my eyes had been filled with sadness looking at the  emptiness. Suddenly a ray of light appeared through the darkness before my eyes, and I felt like could float in a calm sea. You were there dressed of light, just when I was so blind.