“…At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it…” — The thorn birds.
Últimamente, día a día veo que no hay formas de recuperar lo nuestro. Ahora hablarte se me hace muy complicado... He encontrado una forma. Debes amarme, ahora. Esa es la única opción.