On page 14, he found it. “Poema IX: Corazón de Papel.”
He typed: “Elena. I read it. Finally. You were right about the rain. I’m sorry I didn’t bring an umbrella.” --- La Fragilidad De Un Corazon Bajo La Lluvia Pdf
The rain intensified. It wasn't just water now; it was a percussion of regret. Each line of poetry was a needle, each stanza a suture being ripped open. On page 14, he found it