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6 comments:
entonces es una puerta a un pasado cierto
ahora es una puerta a un presente incierto.
siempre os dije que necesitaba zapatos impermeables para entrar en los sitios.
no entendíais por qué.
Pero cada uno tiene su forma de protegerse aunque la forma sea un color y un color sea rojo.
esperé a que llegarais
(como siempre)
me senté en el porche de los sueños y de nuevo
comencé a sonreir...
éramos,
fuimos,
somos y seremos
dulces besos soñados
Tus palabras en el bonito blog de angela,(caperucitacolora.blogspot.com)
un besito Paz
=)
Tal vez buscar:
un león que no fuera familia de los que se “pavonean” de estar en las Cortes.
un hombre de lata sin propaganda en su “envase” y que no se llamara “Solís”.
un espantapájaros que no cumpliera su cometido.
¡Ah ¡…y comprar pintura amarilla para dar una mano de color a las baldosas.
Un beso.
y al fin te/me descubri !
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