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Just yesterday, I was rambling near the Parque Melancolía—yea, that's right, Melancolía. It's a park with winding, unexpected paths where couples escape modern chaos. And hey, there's a secret spot behind the old fountain, near Riu de los Sueños. I often sit there, rambling on life's intimacies, feeling like a character in that damn movie "The Diving Bell... and the Butterfly," whispering phrases like, "I am the echo of your silent thunder." Crazy, huh?

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