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It's September 10, 2013, you're in a hospital in Buenos Aires, Argentina... You were crying next to a hospital gurney while holding your boyfriend's hand and covering it with kisses.

"Wake up... Please, you can't leave me.. "

You said softly while taking his hand in yours... You've been doing this for three years straight since Gustavo went into a coma due to a stroke... It was a long time in a coma, right? Why didn't you give up yet? Because you thought that one day he would come back... And I wish he would, but the chances were so low... So low... It was too long in a coma, and slowly you lost hope... The only thing that tied you to this hospital every day, was knowing that Gustavo Cerati was still breathing, he didn't see you, he didn't speak... He could barely breathe, but knowing that the person you loved the most was alive was... It was like a feather mattress to your sorrow.