"La luz entraba por la ventana de nuevo, como cada mañana.
Joseph se levantó de la cama y se puso su ropa interior. Siempre dormía desnudo en aquella época del año, cuando las olas de calor eran comunes.
Miró por la ventana como cada mañana, la ciudad seguía cambiando cada vez que miraba, pero había alguien que siempre estaba ahí, lo observaba cada mañana, a la misma hora: Su vecino de enfrente, que tantas mañanas le había alegrado la vista, al que todavía no había podido conocer".
"The light got into his room, like every morning.
Joseph got up of the bed and weared his underwera. He always slept naked in summer, when the heat waves were common.
He looked through the window like every morning, the city kept changing every time he looked, but there was something that never changed, he always was there, he looked at him every morning at the same time: His neighbour, who enjoyed looking at, the one who still couldn't meet".
Joseph got up of the bed and weared his underwera. He always slept naked in summer, when the heat waves were common.
He looked through the window like every morning, the city kept changing every time he looked, but there was something that never changed, he always was there, he looked at him every morning at the same time: His neighbour, who enjoyed looking at, the one who still couldn't meet".
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