This is the story of a trip - no matter when - in which I went to look for the light of headlights, and found the soul of a man.

Sometimes, after a storm, the indecipherable matter with which a heart is forged, is so damaged that it hides in the darkest depths, and then, it can only be seen when it floats. Like the flash of a lighthouse; In an instant, in a flash ...

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