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Co-pilot

The city seems to never sleep, and the signs adorning the building facades are neon constellations guiding cars through the night, each car with its own story. He is Copiloto, white and furry, his nose always cold, and he likes to stick his head out the window, contemplating constellations and stories. For everyone who knows Copiloto, there has never been a more curious creature in the city that never sleeps. He has adapted to the smells, colors, and sounds, and now that's where he's happiest.

After a long night's work, he strolls down the illuminated avenue, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He seems to absorb every light he sees, every trace of music escaping from the bars. He doesn't bark; he doesn't need to. He communicates with his gentle gaze, and his presence is enough to make everyone smile, like when you recall forgotten memories of a happy childhood: joy can be as simple as petting a little dog sticking its head out of a window.

And so ends another night for Copilot, amidst lights, music, the clamor of people and the wind ruffling his hair; as long as there is a city there will be rides for Copilot and joy for those who know him.

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Copiloto

La ciudad parece no dormir nunca, y los letreros que adornan las fachadas de edificios son constelaciones de neón que guían los autos en la noche, cada auto con su propia historia. Él es Copiloto, es de color blanco y peludo, siempre tiene la nariz fría, le gusta asomar su cabeza por la ventana y ahí contempla constelaciones e historias. Para todos los que conocen a Copiloto no ha existido ser más curioso en la ciudad que no duerme. Se adaptó a olores, colores y sonidos y ahora es ahí donde más feliz está.

Después de la larga jornada nocturna recorre la avenida iluminada, sus ojos chispean en curiosidad, parece que absorbe cada luz que ve, cada rastro de música que se escapa de los bares. No ladra, no necesita hacerlo, se comunica con su mirada dulce y su presencia es suficiente para que todos sonrían, como cuando se recuerdan las memorias olvidadas de una infancia feliz: la alegría puede ser tan simple como acariciar a un perrito que saca la cabeza a través de una ventanilla.

Y así termina otra noche para Copiloto, entre luces, música, algarabía de personas y el viento despeinándolo, mientras haya ciudad habrá paseos para Copiloto y alegría para los que lo conocen.

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