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una idea indefinida sin textura, sin olor, sin color, sin perímetro, área o volumen.. una idea en proceso.. una evolución..
 

.como.

¿¿cómo debe reaccionar uno cuando lo único que espera es que la otra persona lo interrumpa para dar su opinión y ésta nunca se toma el tiempo para compartirla??

If you turn the pages and you look inside
There is nothing of me I feel that I have to hide
If you turn the tables and look at yourself
Is there something you fear that you would have to confess?
Many things will come to pass
I can live with that
I can't help but wonder when you'll get yours

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