Y cuando menos te lo esperas, cuando crees que todo va en el sentido equivocado, que tu vida, programada en cada mínimo detalle está naufragando... de repente, sucede.

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color ESPERANZA.

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-No sé qué me ha pasado. No te ofendas, pero a veces una se siente más libre de hablarle a un extraño que a la gente que conoce. ¿Por qué será?
+Probablemente porque un extraño nos ve como somos, no como quiere creer que somos

Estamos dispuestos a creer cualquier cosa menos la verdad.

Snowy day

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. And they say: She's in the Class A Team. Stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries. And they scream: The worst things in life come free to us. Cos we're just under the upperhand. And go mad for a couple of grams. And she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly.