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Los tesoros invisibles de la infancia: Los aromas que guardan lo que fuimos / The Invisible Treasures of Childhood: The Scents That Keep Who We Were. [ESP-ENG]
Dicen que la memoria es un lugar impredecible. Podemos intentar recordar con fuerza una fecha, un nombre o un rostro, y a veces la mente se esfuerza en vano. Sin embargo, los aromas no piden permiso. No
,, a friend named Brad I heard his voice he's dead we can't leave him here choose your friends wisely put them to the test choose only the faithful choose only the best there by the water I heard him say we can't leave in here let's take him away
I heard them crying heard the slaps on my face wake up wake up wake up the slaps embraced the next sound I heard I was there in the field buried in Stillness it seems so unreal sell to shake on my hand