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Ruiseñor Buen día mi ruiseñor, cómo se siente el día de hoy? Qué dice? Se siente muy mal? Porqué mi ruiseñor? .... Ya comprendo, el amor lo hirió otravez Pobre ruiseñor. Adicto esta usted a esta sustancia cualidad nuestra de ser feliz, de sentirse contemplado, de unión plena, cuya exquicitez divina lo hace querer aun más darle ese bocado tan sublime, tan dulce pero al igual que la venganza con un tono agrío y servido frío. Una enfermedad, un malestar y sin embargo, la cura a todos los delirios y cuestiones de una vida tan cruel y gris. Usted es v

CHAPTER I: STRANGERS DREAMS It all began on a dark gloomy night, October 3. His name was Unknown, he liked to be called that way, or at least, since after all he didn't remember his own name. But he did remember his past. He was born in a hospital, in some small city of Mexico. He spent all his time rejoicing with his family, even though he is a bit shy, he still will always get what he always wanted, a smile from another human being. Even born as a Mexican, he was still just a smiling child, a white boy non so less, darkish brown eyes, and mild dark brown hair.   As he began to grow up, he realized that he began to have uncommon dreams