She walked in the August rain it had been a long time but her love never left her and the anhué always remembered the song of Ricardo Arjona, which later titled Nazca, told her real mate that the torrid summer romance was long ago, nevertheless. heart and thought of so much it brought to his head always imagined the mental pictures that he had of them two memories that were only in his head and that only she knew that it was true what happened or was something invented by his conscience but his memories still followed him in the old world in the future I imagined how that life would be with the imagined and invented as a play repeated in his head things kisses emotions and reviewed again and again smiled alone when his thought brought happy things to his However, sitting in the rain, I looked at that old stone where her love lay, she said nothing and I do not have anything left even if you want your smile
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