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It's hard to tell the story
There's no way to start
But a mark on the soul
Is a good starting point

A voice you no longer hear
A voice that's already gone
I regret not contacting her earlier
I was her great friend, and I forgot how much she meant to me

But well, everything came out of nowhere
We were very bohemian, despite my university and her high school
We had fun thinking everyone else was foolish, and we weren't
Intellectual snobbery, they call it

I remember I got the key to my father's store
And that was her first time
Despite how pretty she was, very strange
I never thought about sex or pleasure when we did it

Then we met some of her friends on the street
We were in a group, very relaxed
Astonished by what had happened
Despite everything, I never told her to stay
Hey, I thought that's how it started, and that's how it should end, right?

I explained that everything would be destroyed if we did it
She didn't understand, or maybe I didn't understand
She decided to leave me, to leave me and behave very badly
Horrible, I almost died

But well, love stories are like that
With pain and disorder
I accepted it, right?
Stability and tranquility are the happy ending of any movie
Of any book
Well, I was in the middle of the story

Lost, and with too many disorders
I decided to change and formalize my life
For the first time, tell someone, I don't know, like
Do you want to be with me?

She had a great friend
Who once kicked us out of her house for things I can't tell
I remembered who she was
I remember she was pretty, deep down, I liked that reaction
I decided to find her and conquer her, that simple
It was going to be difficult, but I finally did it

It was an accident
I never thought of breaking the heart of the girl I talked about at the beginning
Ah, she left
Occasionally she sent chocolates to my sister, and gifts
Letters to us, even asking about me
But I always remained silent

With my new girl, I had a long happiness of three years
It was nice, I visited Europe, did well in college
I lived well with music, everything was spectacular
I felt on track

However, my old man passed away
My mom lost the house
And the disorder and confusion returned
I fell in love again, and, well, it all ended again

With this, I discovered that life is like a horse
A wild horse that one must learn to ride
There comes a time when it no longer throws you off

Now I am calm and happy
And I picked up the phone recently
I wanted to know what happened to the girl
I talked about at the beginning of this story
And I located her father, he worked at a bank in Paris

I said: Sir, how are you?, I'm Pedro
Do you remember me? What happened to your daughter?
He said: What, don't you know?
She died

It was a heart attack in Barcelona
I was once again stunned
Completely torn from my present

I never said goodbye to her, I never knew how she was afterwards
Now I have a clear notion of love and pain
Although it was in a distant past

This lesson is no longer for me
Say goodbye, if you have to
Close your love story
Finish your book