Where did you put it?
I got lost...
But it doesn't matter.
The yellow way is again in front of your eyes...
Please, pay attention...
Is your last chance...
Where is your broken heart, my little girl?
I don't know. But I have got another one.
And this time it is not made of glass...
It is just a mirror, but is not made of glass.
(And this time, little girl, don't forget to wear your ruby slippers)
*****
La guerra nos pisa los talones. Hay que proteger lo valioso. A Alberto también.
(Se nos avecina una edad oscura. Hay, hermanos de la orden albertiana de Leibowitz, que protegerlo todo. Con la vida si es preciso)
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