tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099782439609650752.post5634383176508897960..comments2024-01-20T17:59:29.593+01:00Comments on lágrimas en la lluvia: Pretérito perfecto.leolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646114195767832974noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099782439609650752.post-15685538817997709182011-05-29T13:25:39.301+02:002011-05-29T13:25:39.301+02:00Las horas acaban dándonos la espalda.
Son traidora...Las horas acaban dándonos la espalda.<br />Son traidoras.<br /><br />Saludos.TORO SALVAJEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01760685131490502370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099782439609650752.post-53497592772394671622011-05-25T18:16:29.343+02:002011-05-25T18:16:29.343+02:00"El mundo era un efímero alimento, un magma
d..."El mundo era un efímero alimento, un magma<br />de soledad ilusa, la quimera de los elegidos."<br />Ya estos versos valen un poema, y es que el conjunto es enormemente bueno.<br />Un abrazo.<br />LeoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02236498497669508519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099782439609650752.post-71810071904006551522011-05-25T16:16:36.492+02:002011-05-25T16:16:36.492+02:00qué buenoqué buenoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com