Devoro el tiempo a retazos y vivo,o quizas sobrevivo en un espejismo llamado memoria.Siento el mar galopando en mis venas y corro a una isla nocturna.....Insomnio, volutas de humo,cafe.y Jim morrison tarareando una letra inocente.
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