Acapulco
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{"content": "Hoy pienso en que pas\u00f3 \nY como me afect\u00f3\u2028las horas que pas\u00e9 en aquel bus\u2028No entiendo bien porque \nMi abuelo distra\u00eddo \nSe baj\u00f3 sin mi y yo segu\u00ed y segu\u00ed, segu\u00ed, segu\u00ed\n \nAcapulco no era un lugar\nPara una ni\u00f1a de mi edad \nCon solo cuatro a\u00f1os enfrente la soledad\u2028\nDel bus te vi pasar\nY la calle caminar\u2028Y a pesar del miedo que me dio \nNo pude ni llorar, llorar, llorar \n\n\u201dEres la ni\u00f1a perdida?\u201d el chico me pregunto\u2028No hab\u00eda entendido que esa ni\u00f1a era yo, era yo, era yo \n\nDespu\u00e9s de seis horas encontr\u00e9 d\u00f3nde bajar\u2028Cruc\u00e9 la calle y di con el lugar\u2028Se abri\u00f3 la puerta y todo mi mundo me abrazo y me abrazo \n\nEstaba sola \nFrente al mar\nNunca me voy a olvidar \nEstaba sola \nFrente al mar\nAcapulco era el lugar Acapulco, Acapulco, Acapulco, Acapulco... \n", "language": "Spanish", "reviewed": true}