Era absurdo.
¿qué hacían ahí?
El asesino no pensaba autoinculparse.
Absurdo pensar que el secuestrador
fuera a rendirse.
como absurdo es un suicida que siempre siempre
se acaba echando
para atrás.
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3 comments:
te tengo en la pared de mi pieza
te tengo en la hoja de castaño que me diste.
Danelí me dio tus saludos
Yo te recuerdo mucho más de lo que alcanzo a escribir...
Cuando tenga vacaciones te leeré por todo lo que he dejado pasar.
Un tremendo abrazo pazpuzpez!
fríamente, todos somos suicidas que nos hemos echado atrás, por eso vamos desganados a vivir.
entonces...¿qué hacían allí?
¿qué hace absurdo al hecho de que estuvieran allí?
absurdo.
cómo me gusta esta palabra...
soy absurda.
sí.
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