.(Y) Uno se cree
que los mató
el tiempo why la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida why vuelta
Son aquellas, pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón, en un papel
o en un cajón...
como un ladrón
te acechan .
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