As I attempt to express it all in the land of opportunity, it comes out as a brawl. Incensed by its own power failure, randomness prevails as dusts settles down. Thoughts are like open umbrellas turned upside down. They gather water that can't be missed.
Microrelato ''Amor entre dos hombres en Bata''
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*Parte 1 - La cancha de Bome*
Tenía 19 años.
Yo no sabía que se podía extrañar a alguien que acabas de conocer él se
llamaba Esono de 20 años; jugaba con...
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