His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.