Every morning, I have fresh orange juice and homemade papaya jam on bread. I walk on uneven cobblestone streets. All day long, seeing faces, hearing voices. Always thinking of her.
Señor, ya me arrancaste lo que yo más querría
Oye otra vez, Dios mío, mi corazón clamar
Tu voluntad se hizo Señor, contra la mía
Señor, ya estamos solos, mi corazón y el mar.
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Oh yvie... what an experience. Reading all this makes me what you to stay there too. But I do miss you.
We all stand on the same rock. You leave yourself in memories as you say goodbye. You travel over the horizon. You bring them in memories as we say hello. We all stand on the same rock.
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