GOROBEI

There are strange plants in it.

Some sprouted slowly from the humidity of everyday life, from the warmth of a friendship, from the shadow of some fear.

Others sprouted yesterday, swift as weeds, from the echo of an argument or a brave gesture.

Otras brotaron ayer, rápidas como malas hierbas, del eco de una discusión o de un gesto valiente.

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