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What if
In the void of memory,
I travel.
Time loses its name,
and I, without you,
abandon mine.
A flash of light,
of life and lies,
touches my skin.
I dream:
To a world,
where I am not there.
I stop between here,
and yesterday.
Yesterday,
where this heart's blood
flushed away its sorrow.
Pride has taken its color.
- Alejandro Bonfil
