I dreamt.
We walked along the shore of the Adriatic
heading towards Trieste, again.
A long long walk
long one indeed.
How beautiful a sunset by the sea, I said.
How beautiful a sunrise by the sea, you said.
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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)
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