Hoy una avecilla se posó sobre mi ventana. La admiré durante unos instantes, hasta que voló con rumbo a la montaña. Ahora, la reminiscencia de su recuerdo me trae nostalgia.
Me gustaría ser una avecilla para acompañarla.
Michael
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