tan seguro como llorar por ti
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5 comments:
no importa si es en un banco de la plaza o escuchando música en casa...
si tiene seis letras o cinco, si llana o esdrújula.
Empapada, edulcorada
Tan seguro como aprender que las lagrimas son esa lluvia, nuestra, que no conocerá el vaho de los cristales pero si los recuerdos que dan sabor a su maldita sal.
Un saludo.
me gusta llorar.
"como lagrimas en la lluvia se iran... el aire que me sobra alrededor..." Nunca sere capaz de comp'render esta extraña conjuncion de valores, nunca sere capaz de desaparecer entre una cortina de niebla que cubra el horizonte una mañana, pero alguna vez si que sere capaz de volverme transparente por un solo atardecer. Y esos son los momentos por los que merece la pena seguir soñando
porque llorar por 'ti'
por cada ti
por cada vez
cambia el sabor de la garganta
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