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A friend of mine bought a one way ticket for himself and his long-time girlfriend for Kathmandu. In their hands the've taken the reins of their lives and they say, I am sure, the word tomorrow without fear.




Words scape me when I try to speak.

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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)