There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself,

This could be H e a v e n or this could be H e l l
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I h e a r d them say...

12.

Pequeñas historias, ¡miles de historias! Olvidadas, enterradas, condenadas a desaparecer. Sensaciones, emociones,  vidas y pensamientos ajenos, pero a la vez muy próximos. Nadie los recuerda, nadie los rescata.

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