La noche trajo frío al pueblo y el vidrio de la ventana se fue empañando con el calor de mis labios que había junto a él.
Los primeros copos aparecieron like stars that fall slowly and lost in a darkened land.
closed my eyes and I began to dream.
appeared remote memories. The trickle of sun in the corner of San Miguel alley, waiting for my cousin to go to school. I wore a red cape and a skirt of cloth, which reached me above the knee. My socks were of wool but left my legs bare. Tanned my skin cold and sunshine caressed me. spent by the oven and the aroma of the mass of me drunk cupcakes. I approached and asked for a bit. Among the cry of the people who were working, that could hurt me, gave me a piece I tasted the best dish in the morning.
then memories are clouded and I invaded other thoughts: I got older.
learned then, well, that never learns, I can better cope with that life begins at the heart pieces you have to keep patching somewhere.
These days I have to provide all the stars of heaven and I know that then ... I'll be happy.
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