But those words, those thousands, those millions of words that dried up in your throat, the inconsequential chit-chat, the cries of joy, the words of live, the silly laughter, just when will you find them again?
Pero esas palabras, eses milleiros, eses millóns de palabras que se atascaron na túa gorxa, as palabras sen orde, os berros de alegría, as palabras de amor, as risas idiotas, cando as recuperarás?