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I see in the window of a coffee. Browse through a magazine, indolent smiles at the sky, dreaming of who knows what. I stop to observe a moment. She even notices, lost behind some regret, and suddenly the urge to scream, and shake to awaken from his fantasies. But I take a walk, away from the window, away from that sweet smile, her bright eyes and from those distant at the same time. I walk away and I know I lost her.