I've fallen in with a sun. On the balcony, a small space that Leti and I have appropriated since day one, we learned about each another, we laughed, we drank Argentine wine, and we loved each other... Now our paths diverge, since the road continues, though not in the same direction...
Argentina and France are only as far apart as the distance from thumb to index finger... We're happy at this moment, and now we promise each other to meet later, in Buenos Aires... or in Paris... In On the Road, Sal Paradise and Terry make the same promise -- while knowing they will not see each other again... But I believe in the opposite for us...
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