In this cold morning I look around, curious, imagining his tracks when he still lived in this small provincial town.
I watch a building .. I wonder if I lived there, or .. if she knew someone who lived there ..
Maybe .. in that other hand has loved for the first time .. or .. laughed, joked .. dance ..
"stupid questions" I think to myself e.. I wonder if in a past life I was not an apache .. to sniff out traces invisible in the air ..
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