Sólo nos queda huir hacia delante

“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is foreve…”

“I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we …”

“... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown in…”

“Later, as he plays and plays, as all the fog burns away, I think, he's right. T…”