me pierdo entre tanta palabrería inútil.
I'm here. I am. I... sóc.
but where are you?
I need to find, between the grass, in an old corner, on a forgiven floor, something like a diamond.
Like a treasure. Something like the sweet past of our lives.
I need to find it to believe that I’m here for something.
A la fine... parole. Rien plus.
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