That morning, while the wind was singing “fly, fly, little brave one,” Valentín thought: “What if courage is like a little good ghost that you can’t see… but is with me?” His heart went thump-thump-thump, stronger than before, as if it were answering: “Maybe…”.
Mientras la lluvia golpeaba las ventanas, Ana pensó: "¿Y si todo sale bien?"
Su perro movió la cola más rápido que antes, como si entendiera cada palabra.