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  • Some words that come up to my mind the other days:

    She never stop trying. She never give him time to think. She realize that he will not recover from that one. She understand and keep him alive. This time, without love.
    When it was almost the end of the carnival. When the final push was needed. She let him fall. She feel free again. She was waiting more that everybody should wait.
    She invited him to dance for the last time. With her favorite dress. It was time to move forward, to leave broken hearts, broken heads. Fallen Angels.

    Original version in Spanish:
    Ella jamas dejo de golpearlo. Ningun momento permitio darle un respiro. Vio que el no se iba a recupera. Entendio lo sucedido y lo dejo vivir. Esta vez sin amor.Cuando ya era el final del carnaval. Cuando solo hacia falta el ultimo empujon. Ella lo dejo caer sonriendo. Se sentia libre nuevamente. Ella estuvo esperando mas de lo necesario. Lo invito a bailar por ultima vez. Con su vestido favorito. Era tiempo de consuelos y corazones que dejan de seguirse. De mate partido. De angeles caidos.
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