pzz qe ziiempree ztar para loz qe me nz zee :DD
Voy a soñar que me tomo un whisky en una tarde soleada de Domingo y tal vez voy a leer un libro, un poema, dos poemas tristes, tres poemas tristes. Que empiezan diciendo; Un viento salvaje recorre mi corazón, un viento salvaje me arranca de ti....
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