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Your insomnia

You don’t sleep…Imagine that you walk the path to the ocean. You feel the warm sand under your feet, you smell the salty scent of the ocean, you listen la folía of the waves – and you feel the wind on your skin: that’s me. Infinite Love.

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Bittersweet karma

Did you sleep at all? Infinite melancholy.  Sometimes I feel your silence as a bittersweet karma for ignoring the spirits for years and – in an inverted way – for giving my mother a hard time in my first years in R1; she couldn’t handle me unless she was talking to me hours a day;

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