Cayendo la noche, lentamente calentandome mi cobija, mi cama estando tibia; y yo viendo pasar la noche turbia de un miercoles de enero, una fria noche cargada de sentimientos pasados, de momentos memorables, renaciendo de nuevo, meditando de mis errores...
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