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There is a currency 20 years ago in the floor of my room.

A song sounds in my mind from that day

in which I discovered it

under my first

desktop.

Today I am going to kill to this currency and I will use her to divide far.

I have it determined

with a purse and a rucksack with each of my pertenencías

The photo of your face in the portrait looks at me without faith

I am going to cross the street and I will raise myself to the first car that is stopped

I will go where the man wants to go

I will not look to behind as a scared child