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"But, my child is so weak..." (transducción por Rose Radin) I gave her light: I do not want the night to persecute me. And the light replied to me: do not ask for the impossible. I want everyone to see me because I am grieving; the love that was my life was forever extinguished by the night. At night it no longer comes, it shines only during the day. It is a love so small that it needs happiness. I want to love her always, whether the sun shines or no. But it is a love so faint that it needs to give birth.
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