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Thursday, January 25, 2018

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Escribo tierno porque soy bizcocho y no me quiero enfadar. Escribo dulce, algodón de azúcar, abeja posada en pétalos que incitan a soñar...
Wednesday, January 24, 2018

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puedo ser, madre, reina de mi infierno y de mi cielo. altura inalcanzable que guarda nuestros sueños. pozo sin fondo que nos hacen desdeñ...

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me quedo a mirar los restos de los cimientos cuando ya no queda casa. el aire también es. fantasmagóricas noches que sangraron recuerdos...

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soy todas las palabras que no escribo. las que no escribo. únicamente esas. la luz intermitente de los semáforos me hechiza desde hace s...
Thursday, January 11, 2018

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"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire." casi puedo rozar el llanto absurdo de las horas tempranas. también...
Wednesday, January 10, 2018

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A ti decirte nada quiero. A ti solo silencio y tempestades. A ti un adiós tejido en alacenas. Me voy por donde vine. El rojo vino de ...

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Maybe. Maybe she was scared. Maybe she thought the world was about to end. Maybe she looked at the sky and understood the meaning of ...

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“ It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.” Y ou know the feeling, don't you? W hen you miss people...
Tuesday, January 9, 2018

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The world is my oyster I liked that way, crazy and wild. Caramel eyes and cinnamon dreams, and all those plans about California. I'm ...
Sunday, January 7, 2018

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Spring Dreams You're like a sunbeam that hits all the windows, the world is staring at you. I see cherry blossoms everywhere and ...
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