From a dark corner, something wants to say hello, from a dunked corner, something wants to feel heat, from a forgotten corner somebody sounded the dreams.
Si lo que he vivido en sueños, me lo robaran, perdería la mitad de lo que sé pero ganaria el espacio de las formas que lo recuerdan.
If what I have lived in dreams robbed it, I will lost half of I know. But I would win the space of the forms that remember it.
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