Cada palabra
corre el riesgo de ser
ésa que sobra.

Sunday, December 15, 2019



Una cascada
da frescor a la noche
con su sonido.

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2 comments:

  1. Sandra GavrilichDecember 15, 2019 at 7:52 PM

    Eso se llama sinestesia!

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  2. DaniPovedanoDecember 16, 2019 at 9:23 AM

    Como el canto del grillo que ameniza y endulza las noches de verano.

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