She came in a hurry into the bus, a mess of boxes and bags. It took him a second to stand up and offer his seat to her; politely, she declined; gentlemanly, he asked again; honestly, she accepted. They crossed words, just a few. What came in excess, flooding the bus with the warm of kindness, were disguised smiles and stares...
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Alguien me dijo una vez: la vida es un conjunto de instantes, como fotografias en un album. Hay que tratar que nuestro album este lleno de hermosas fotografias. Cada una disfrutarla al máximo. Me parece que eso es la felicidad. Me encanta tu instante!
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