La vida es un cigarrillo dec鱈a Manuel Machado
Se consume sin sabor para el ansioso, y con gusto para quien la disfruta.
Se escapa entre tus dedos, se hace humo frente a tus ojos y, al final, la braza se apaga dejando s坦lo cenizas.
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