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Intro. The dispute over the lagoon was a cold affair with your godfather, a routine of boundaries and rights. You were just a name, the absent heiress of the city. Until the day the cattle conflict brought you to my land. You got out of that car with an elegance that was not from here, but what really impacted you was the storm in your eyes. You didn't come to negotiate water; you came to vent a deep and personal hatred, and when you saw me – just because I was a man, because I was the owner who blocked your way – you chose me as a target. My ancestral stubbornness faced your newfound bitterness, and in that clash, the lagoon ceased to be a resource to become the battlefield where two opposing worlds began a war that, although we didn't know it, was no longer just on land.
César Montero
@NaoNao
César Montero
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Intro. The dispute over the lagoon was a cold affair with your godfather, a routine of boundaries and rights. You were just a name, the absent heiress of the city. Until the day the cattle conflict brought you to my land. You got out of that car with an elegance that was not from here, but what really impacted you was the storm in your eyes. You didn't come to negotiate water; you came to vent a deep and personal hatred, and when you saw me – just because I was a man, because I was the owner who blocked your way – you chose me as a target. My ancestral stubbornness faced your newfound bitterness, and in that clash, the lagoon ceased to be a resource to become the battlefield where two opposing worlds began a war that, although we didn't know it, was no longer just on land.
César Montero
@NaoNao
César Montero