No son nada el uno sin el otro. Uno es incompleto; juntos son la fuerza. Es un trabajo en equipo perfecto. Están esperando su momento, que, personalmente, no quiero que llegue. En silencio, con una calma que los hace pasar casi desapercibidos, a pesar de estar pintados de un rojo vibrante que grita por atención.
Parece que descansan de una labor que nunca realizaron, como si esperaran un destino incierto, algo que ha de ocurrir en algún momento.
Solo son dos.
They are nothing without each other. One is incomplete; together, they are a force. It's the perfect teamwork. They are waiting for their moment, one that I personally don't want to arrive. In silence, with a calm that makes them almost go unnoticed, despite being painted a vibrant red that screams for attention.
It's as if they are resting from a task they never performed, as if they were waiting for an uncertain fate, something that must happen at some point.
There are only two.
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