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Diary
... I have seen grow the distance, wide blank space, between me and they. It's strange… I remember yet the promise I make.
And yet there is a long distance between us. It's all happened so fast that I'm yet with my arms open and a smile on my face.
I thought about my brother: how years old are him? He's very young. He will rely on me?
My father, he left his youth in his dream and in his notes. He find himself in the armony of music that only him can understand.
My mom, she given us her time, her dreams. She meet us in the paste of my father. She didn't ask anything in exchange… she is still waiting.
My sister, we have the same scratches on heart. She gone away following her "white dress" dream, her dark memoirs nightmare.
My mother, she is owner of her absence…. I don't miss she… but she exists in me.
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