Viaja mi mano hasta tu nombre

viernes, julio 31, 2015

Y el óxido del amor se refugió en el tiempo. Cayó en decadencia el brillo de nuestros cuerpos. Es exhausto el despertar: es un tiempo de guerra. Viaja mi mano hasta tu nombre. Y en un lugar del límite de repente te pronuncias.


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