- Hablaba con mi abuelo materno. Le tocaba la cara y las manos para no olvidar la textura de su piel.
- Me enteraba de que Yin se ganaba una beca para estudiar en Alemania. Me alegraba mucho.
De mi cabeza a su mesa.
Tags: Europa, familia, Internet, Yin
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