"I can feel the wild chill arriving from the north. Three times in four countries, three times in two of many sides of this world. I can feel how the hearth recovers when I forget to look in the mirror, and more, how the life is excitant when I see the world out the window. Just, the life more than one time zone, the sky in different colors, different colored smiles and voices.
Lights cross the curtains, however, the silence floods the night. Nights with lights and silence, cold and windily as a sign of rupture. The same sign that remember me that I'm part of a strange but beautiful night in the world. Time to sleep, time to dream.
Three times in many nights I sleep searching how I can sleep, without thinking in a good morning better than the day of today?. Crazy ruptures and words arrive in the best moment to forget to look in the mirror. The version of the life, in the lights of the world is better when we try to search among the rupture the silence."
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