Los anteojos, la noticia, la lagrima, jazz, un adios, la puerta, el vacio, ideas de soledad, quizas tristeza, las cenizas ¿un kilo menos? Todo fluye, sigue el jazz, penetra mi cuerpo, me desangro de alma, sale a chorros ¿Ya no puedo hacer nada mas?
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