A year ago I had this incident and went through a couple of sleepless nights. The third one, I thought, was going to be the same, but I was so worn out that I collapsed on the chair, in a waiting room.
The next day I woke up and couldn't find myself. I looked everywhere but I just wasn't there anymore.
Supongo que al final todos estos símbolos, espíritus y grimorios son la misma siesta que queria evitar.
Historias y aventuras para aguantar el peso de la vida.
Si hace falta una mentira es mejor inventarla que buscar las que hicieron otros y seguirles la huella.