Aquí no pasa nada,
salvo el tiempo:
irrepetible
música que resuena,
ya extinguida,
en un corazón hueco, abandonado,
que alguien toma un momento,
escucha
y tira.
Ángel González
Tags: corazón, nada
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November 4th, 2008 at 9:04 pm
¡Precioso!