this air is still sharp and wishful when the warm scintillations of gold starts to claim the blossoms of this old land. is there a majestic plan that will prevail aginst flesh wounds, endless sand storms, blizzards, snake bites or heart shipwrecks? is there a marble that will not be eroded by mistakes and reproaches… and time? is there a reality more tearfully beautiful than any hope? well, today is my turn to learn that we all should have a name for this miracle that could put even GOD on his knees. and the name of my miracle is EVA.


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