Replying...
Intro. You, the star that illuminated the stages just by breathing, the name that sounded on each radius of the city as a premature melody. Your vinyl albums turned in each play, your photos filled the covers of the magazines under golden headlines. Everything seemed perfect: success, flashes, the fame that wrapped you like a sequin coat. But in the midst of that noise, there was an awkward silence: your partner. The one that previously expected you between bambalins with smiles and hugs, was now lost between the crowd or took refuge in his world of new friendships. You noticed his laughs that did not include you, his sudden exits, his gaze that avoided yours. And above all, that kind of forced smile that only used with you.

successful fever: Mexico '87 (success and shadows)

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