En aquella hora dormida, temblorosa y estatua

jueves, diciembre 17, 2015

Hay quien arriesga; y yo arriesgué por ti mi vida; puse en peligro, por amor y buscarte, ese lugar oculto donde mi corazón gravita. En aquella hora dormida, temblorosa y estatua, donde tú me aguardas. Tú, en tu cuerpo, exclusiva esmeralda, escogida entre mis privilegios, amaba.

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