La vida

Mis piernas temblaban tanto que el suelo del banco parecía de papel. No me importó que mis compañeras

My hands were shaking so violently that the old photograph almost slipped onto the wet floor.

Manos temblorosas, el aire que falta en los pulmones y una foto arrugada que pesa más que todo el oro

Hay dolores tan profundos que no se curan con el tiempo, solo se camuflan bajo la rutina, las facturas

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