Supongo que soñe con lo que mi madre siempre me contaba sobre mi abouelo.
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I had a dream yesterday.
I dreamed that I was lost in a forest.
Among hill cut in half, I suppose to give ways to a road, I found a wooden little house.
Inside the air was putrid and had from spiderwebs to dead roaches.
I realized there was unvaluable art on the walls. I could be rick but I wasn’t able to deal with the ambient. I decided to come back the following day.
I went back but there were only pictures of my family. My grandpa was the owner of that little house.
I then decided to take the photos with me despite them being sticked to the frames, which were nailed to the wall.
Behind on of my mother pictures there was some text. “You won’t go far even if you run.”
Acá pondre cosas que me han pasado, que le han pasado a familiares, gente que conocí o algo interesante para contar. Estoy llena de daos curiosos.
Acordé con mi psicologa que lo mejor es usar estas historias y no dejarlas dentro.
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