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MEMORIES OF INNOCENCE
Days came, I waited million afternoons unworn named day "today" was an echo repeated one we call "yesterday." Small we expect to awaken the peace of mind ignorance.
Nobody had told us that there was a manual for living, because we had not yet thought to ask if something existed. It seemed like the president's name that of a minister because the confused in the same way that the capitals of countries that no longer exist. I remember that the war was a word that was used to enumerate the story: because the story was a enumerción wars (as I taught.) All my worries were about the size of my head, ie, they were small. Still: they were monsters with a thousand heads for me. But they had one virtue: attic could sleep.
One day started with me the next day.
I think growing up is to start waking up also with the torments yesterday.
