Just a triviality (the inability to be present at the graduation of a friend of mine because I live a few hundred kilometers away) to make me feel helpless in the face with a reality that often I forget: I do not hundred lives would be enough to repay the other love that I received. And all I do is too little. I am a small glass on which has been poured an ocean of love. And not being able to contain more than a certain amount, because the rest is overflowing, I can only return a fraction. Maybe one day explode, and my glass walls will become warm and cozy in the bottom of the Atlantic. And then evaporate, returning to heaven that I won through meeting with people who have accompanied my journey.
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