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No turning back
By María José Moreno
never learned the truth of what happened. As much as you try out in the last moments what went wrong, Diana fails to understand how the stars came together to go wrong.
I had it all decided, planned to the millimeter. I knew what time and how I would. Had calculated the time it would take her husband back and looking forward to Ernesto open the door. Sharpening his ear to hear the tinkling of the keys, but all was silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... His vision is blurred, feel your body floating in the clouds and everything turns blue.
seems he hears something, try to open my eyes hoping they may acknowledge the noise, but not his eyelids do not respond, difficult to breathe. Again the blue and gold owl comes to her company, to point the way into the darkness. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minute ... How could calculate it so bad, she wailed as tears came into his eyes. Now there is no turning back.
No turning back
By María José Moreno
never learned the truth of what happened. As much as you try out in the last moments what went wrong, Diana fails to understand how the stars came together to go wrong.
I had it all decided, planned to the millimeter. I knew what time and how I would. Had calculated the time it would take her husband back and looking forward to Ernesto open the door. Sharpening his ear to hear the tinkling of the keys, but all was silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... His vision is blurred, feel your body floating in the clouds and everything turns blue.
seems he hears something, try to open my eyes hoping they may acknowledge the noise, but not his eyelids do not respond, difficult to breathe. Again the blue and gold owl comes to her company, to point the way into the darkness. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minute ... How could calculate it so bad, she wailed as tears came into his eyes. Now there is no turning back.
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