You really think a child makes you one of us? Those were Margaret Whitmores first words to me that drizzling
Uneori, viața ne frânge în bucăți atât de mici, încât avem nevoie de ani întregi doar ca să adunăm cioburile
Tårerne ramte det polerede bankgulv, før Freja overhovedet nåede at begribe, at hendes hjerte lige var
Dicen que el corazón de una madre tiene una memoria propia, capaz de reconocer el aroma de su hijo incluso
Tears streamed down my cheeks, leaving hot tracks on my powdered skin, and my heart seized with a pain
Her hands were shaking so violently that the hot coffee from the shattered porcelain cup spilled all
There are moments when life completely falls apart, and all you can do is hold onto memories like a fragile thread.
There is a kind of pain that neither money nor status can cure — a pain you hide for years behind a flawless
Ruky sa mu triasli tak silno, že nedokázal zapnúť gombík na malom kabátiku, ktorý dievčatku svedomito obliekal.
Hay verdades que duelen tanto que se clavan en el pecho como un cristal afilado, pero ninguna quema más