Sorry for the flower’s pic… I can’t stand take them every year…
And the views are from Madrid, of course ^^

And finally everything ended yesterday, or perhaps anything really ended. She doesn’t know…
She wakes up in the morning like if the night doesn’t exist, like she doesn’t sleep some hours.
Her days are the same, her routine is killing her. But she doesn’t mind.
She touches her hair, and her face. And looks around every hour to realize anything changed in the last while.



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