Soledad walks through the cold and the lights of winter.
shining face every time you greet an acquaintance. Friendliness
sincere as sincere becomes longer be known in your field of vision.
Soledad is surrounded by people but feel alone. It pays no attention to the streets of evocative names. Not see beyond the bubble in which you installed your soul. Soledad
would like to have someone around who tell him that afflicts. Have friends and mother and sisters, but none seems to comfort her. Soledad
would meet with a special look, confident that the rescue of his Fortress of Solitude. Soledad
gloved hands out of his pockets and lets his fingers brush against the others.
It's Christmas, but people's hands away when you notice a warm contact.
People are afraid to touch or be touched.
Today she will not find that look.
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