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Wednesday, August 19, 2020



Fin del No-Ser,
de tu No-Ser: van
a concebirte.

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3 comments:

  1. Ignatius ReillyAugust 19, 2020 at 1:14 AM

    Morituri te salutant

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  2. AnonymousAugust 19, 2020 at 4:29 PM

    No nos conforma
    eso de nacer
    solamente una vez

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  3. cajón desastreAugust 19, 2020 at 4:44 PM

    Las intermitencias de la vidamuerte. Seguramente ninguna de las dos es para siempre.

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