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Fantasmas de la memoria infantil

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Profanando páginas empapadas de memorias secas encuentro pensamientos, sentimientos, lágrimas que aún desprenden algún perfume de dolor. (Fotografía 17/11/05) "Everybody is leaving me behind. It hurts to know the truth, still for me, but someday it won't because I am the truth. I'm not blind hearted, alwasy saw the hate, the sadness, the madness and death. I don't know love becuase real happiness doesn't exist. I'm not hiding though I don't show the tears that fell from me. The hurt it's no itself anymore as the pain has become my life. The blood is now the water. I can't cry, not anymore, there's no feelings left. It's only when I sleep when my dreams become alive and I can cry my sorrow. But when I'm awake, everything is Dark." " ¿Se puede añorar lo inexperimentado? ¿Se puede extrañar a alguien que no ha existido? ¿Se puede sufrir por algo que no ha pasado? Es querer lo que todos tienen y preguntarse si puede estar tan solo ...