Start writing for free on quadernoE. Delacroix
Llueve en el campo
acaso poco,
se repiten las jornadas,
el agua se filtra
y digo <ya no queda nada>
acaso poco
pero deseo lo eterno
un amor abandonado
todo lo que no poseo
acaso poco.
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