Quería un hombre un poco mayor que yo para convertirme en su último, único y verdadero amor. Un hombre que supiera conquistarme con las palabras, que tocara el piano por las mañanas y que me compusiera madrigales por la noche. Quería a alguien con alma de escritor.

-Ayanta Barilli

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