BY JAVIER SANTOS #BTO2A
I
He slept looking at her freckles and he woke up believing that he had slept beside one million stars.
II
Every morning he looks through the window of the bus with nostalgia, with the hope of seeing her again in some place of that crowded city.
III
I had dreamed that I could think. I had dreamed that I could laugh. I had dreamed that I could love. I had dreamed that I was alive!
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