You met me at a very strange time in my life.
When I began to be myself or maybe someone else.
When I felt free to be free.
When I started to see not only with my eyes.
When I began to dream.
When I felt alive.
When the only thing I had to give you was just:
some regular girl, with many issues and a notebook.
One day between 120.000 people,
one warm and lovely kiss under the rain.
One last day.
Some movies.
Long walks.
And the silence when the clock begins to run.
María Fernanda Núñez Sarmiento.
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