Se nos reproducía el alma

miércoles, noviembre 09, 2016

Se nos reproducía el alma en este amor que nos hace. Se precipitaron las aves e hicieron nidos en los corazones. Fuimos el origen de la palabra. ¿Las dudas? Las dudas reposan. En nuestro próximo invierno recaudaremos madera; y se arrepiente; y se arrepiente de habernos enfriado. En este amor recoge los caminos, reposa.

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