The Silence Of Our Footprints.

Days without writing, days without downloading what I have.

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There was a corner in my heart, empty, unoccupied or whatever you want to call it. One day while I was working he arrived, in need of affection, I don't know why, but he chose me and sat next to me, then that corner I'm talking about began to beat to the rhythm of four legs. It became a place where laughter and barking intertwined like invisible threads. There lived my companion, my confidant, my little warrior. He wasn't just any friend; He was my puppy, my faithful shadow.

The mornings began with his warm breath touching my face and his little kisses on my hands. His eyes, full of excitement, curiosity and loyalty, followed me throughout the house. Together we listened to music under that tree full of white fruits and explored, side by side. And the afternoons were a festival of games and pranks. His short tail swung like a pendulum when I called him my love, and I immersed myself in his overflowing joy