Transcription: The manana suddenly, little by little, started to look for the eyes of the people and the eyes of the city. Gull-pending, as if with me, looking for the most recent memories. These memories that have been discovered in recent years, new ones, new decorations. The manana, this manana, eternally repeated, with a little bit of a smile, to change the face of the city. That is the only thing, that is the only thing. Ese Colmen, que Dios nos cocas confesados.
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