Tenses

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The only reality of future I suffered was in the distant mentions of passports and visas

And my only notion of past stemmed from the historical monuments that littered the city like satellites in the night sky

But the present didn't seem to me like a wrapped gift, but more like the string on the corner of the room that I was too distracted to focus on.

Poetic symphonyDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora