no hay poesia en la vida solo la que pueda crear yo, ya toda la habia se a hecho humo, y como ese humo su tallo, y tronco, de mi vida, solo quesa cenisas, de esa cenisa crecera una esperanza, se as o no tu la inspiracion de mi poesia.
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