The teardrop,trembling irresolutely, finally fell, furtive and timid, sweeping away with it the many others that were waiting, heaped together and confused, and the weeping turned into a sea, sea that flooded the soul with pain and tense calmness, salty and bitter sadness that escapes and that groves its way, and that sometimes does not even have any hope.

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