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corre el riesgo de ser
ésa que sobra.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015


Fin de la guerra.
Brazos y piernas no
se desamputan.

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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 1, 2015 at 5:23 PM

    Que todo el que nazca sea de un lugar donde broten las flores
    Mel

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  2. Aitor SuárezApril 6, 2015 at 10:20 AM

    Bonito deseo, Mel.

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