No te preocupes. Yo sigo aquí,
con mi lista de hombres sin cara,
de sueños tachados
y canciones lentas.
Con la luz apagada.
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primera persona singular
Pasaba por aquí
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Los teléfonos móviles8 years ago
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Uno y la frontera11 years ago
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Retorno7 years ago
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Un cierto poder1 year ago
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A la feria5 years ago
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Cardenales9 years ago
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Por:11 years ago
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6 comments:
Tendremos que encender esa luz para ver los colores de tus nubes y buscar caras que sonrían a esos nombres “anónimos”.
Dejaremos esa música y buscaremos tu sonrisa que anda por aquí escondida.
Un beso.
Con la luz apagada pero con los ojor y los oidos abiertos. Seguro.
Besos a tientas
entonces, te cantaré una canción...
y mis luciérnagas darán luz a las sombras que a veces se resisten.
:o)
[voy a la tierra de los ajos y las cerámicas este fin de semana...]
yo también tengo una lista como esa
:)
No voy a temer porque sé que tú seguirás aquí mañana...
Qué recuerdos.
yo también tengo una lista como esa, sabes?
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