Description
They told that absent that he had become a stranger. His position is no longer the same. We no longer talk as we used to. We speak officially as if we were strangers. We became at the end of that story that we called love. Our feelings became the feelings of a pen, a cloud of sadness that writes with pens, and dwells in clouds of sadness, whose sadness and wounds fall in the heart whenever his wounds are bandaged.
