Temía no volver a verla. Pero ahí estaba pintando Las Landas, haciendo de la arena un mar blanco y del mar un trozo de cielo.
Sí. Es ella. Sé que levita, que sus brazos son alas, que cuando te mira vuelves a creer.
Que lo llena todo.
Que la quiero mucho.
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I was afraid of not being able to see her again. But there she was painting Les Landes, converting the sand into a white sea, and the sea into a piece of sky.
Yes. It’s her. I know that she levitates, thar her arms are wings, that when she stares at you, you believe again.
That she fills everything.
That I love her much.