Gracias por leer mis reflexiones.
Tu verdad no es mi verdad, ni siquiera se si esta es la.mia. He recorrido lugares, he conocido personas,a veces me he encontrado, a veces me pierdo. He vivido fechas, he llorado perdidas, aunque nada se compara con la suya. Después de esa, ya nada fue igual, a veces no se si voy o vengo, no existe puesto vacío como el suyo.
Se aprende a vivir con vacíos, con páginas rotas, se aprende a vivir con lo que te dejo el inventario.
Creer que todo lo sabes solo te dará una cachetada, mira, y no supongas.
De mi autoria. Traducido con Deepl versión gratuita
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Thank you for reading my reflections.
Your truth is not my truth, I don't even know if this is mine. I have traveled places, I have met people, sometimes I have found myself, sometimes I get lost. I have lived through dates, I have cried over losses, although nothing compares to yours. After that, nothing was the same, sometimes I don't know if I'm coming or going, there is no empty seat like yours.
You learn to live with emptiness, with torn pages, you learn to live with what's left behind.
Believing that you know everything will only slap you in the face. Look, and don't assume.
Written by me. Translated with Deepl free
Foto tomada con mi telefono.Photo taken with my phone.
