Lo que más se extraña de todo esto…
son las ganas de querer.
De imaginar,
de proyectar,
de volver a creer.
O al menos de engañarse.
Estoy seco.
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on Monday, September 11th, 2006 at 6:09 pm
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aunque sea todavía te quedan las ganas
peor es nada, como dicen, no?
1 | chaquenita September 13th, 2006 at 6:27 pm