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is the rain, whose fall seems to be moving in slow motion, suspended in the air. I enjoyed a while, stopping in the middle of the street to look up and feel it, let her in, roll and go, drop by drop.
Now from the inside and just contemplate, has magic, some aspect of fiction and reality. Quiet and fury, paused, continued.
But you and I, my love, perhaps in another rain.
I keep seeing the other side of my window, coming and going, traveling in the wind that always brings you back to me. Still, we both know, I could not open the door, let you pass. For along with you comes the storm, we innundan hearts. I have no boat, even for me.
what we thought the day we left the rain and play? The best reward would be possible if the third place.
And here I am, looking from the inside, I can not get wet.
And here I am, silbándote with the wind, I can not let go.