Bajé del taxi. Las aceras estaban encharcadas, la lluvia caía con fuerza. El cielo lloraba lo que mis ojos no se atrevían o no habían sido capaces de expresar. Y un nudo se quedó atrapado en mi garganta

-Marta Martín Girón

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