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When you expose yourself to the light, you become something fragil. And in something honest. If the keys never arrived, arrived the storm. But without proposit answer does not exist।

Cuando te expones a la luz, te conviertes en algo mas fragil. Y en algo mas honesto.Si las llaves no llegaran nunca, llegara la tormenta. Pero sin proposito no existe respuesta.

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I tried to open a uninhabited space। Forgotten by the time and dampened in memories. Dark but eager of life. Anxious to listen to the sound of the keys approaching. In order to see the light.

Trataba de abrir un espacio deshabitado.Olvidado por el tiempo y humedecido en recuerdos.Oscuro pero deseoso de vida.Ansioso por escuchar el sonido de las llaves acercandose.Para ver la luz.

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From the window people goes and comeback....
The lights of their bodies reflect shades against the ground.
They danced stingy on his feet and playing they tried to distract to them of his task.
From the window my glance follow their game.

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