Yo quería ser capaz de arañarte en el brazo con el boli.
De clavarte un pegote de tinta en la boca del estómago.
De volarte la tapa de los sesos con balas de grafito.
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3 comments:
La política no es más que la ciencia que mide el daño que hacen las palabras
o que deshace castillos en el aire.
Besos pacíficos
¿Tuviste que guardar todo ese arsenal de lápices?
(Y sí, te doy la razón: habrá que asumir el frío, cuando venga; habrá que vivir el calor, cuando toque).
Abrazo.-
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