Cuando pasa el tiempo
y me convierto en hielo
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4 comments:
no he conseguido que se alinee a la derecha, pero sí que quede en verso...(paso a paso en este otoño sin abrigo)
Nunca es tarde en un domingo para empezar a vivir. Aunque me permitiras discrepar en lo de alinearme a la derecha [life in the fast lane], y solamente he de señalarte que los otoños sin abrigo terminan por ser un deporte de riesgo similar a lanzarte al vacio con paracaidas de papel con versos escritos. Es decir, bello, pero irrefutablemente inutil [perdon por el pesimismo, pero las nubes nunca me invitaron a reir, no cuando son grises]
Hope 2 see u soon.
y aunque creía que no, sí que tenía ganas de que llegara el frío y me congelara los pies.
te conviertes en hielo, porque es invierno, ¿no?
A mí del verano sólo me gusta el mar; del invierno me gusta todo
Saludos fríos en manga corta
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