It's funny how we judge others and don't realize the extent of our disdain until they are no longer there, until they are taken from us. They're taken from us because they've never been ours...

“Quelle erano le parole che voleva sentirsi dire, e alla fine cedette alla tenta…”

“The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing…”

“I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren…”

“El destino suele estar a la vuelta de la esquina. Como si fuese un chorizo, una…”