Start writing for free on quadernoDaviana Orlok
Mi cuerpo se arrastra en pendiente
Cuán violento es el péndulo del azar
Viaje consumado ya cansado de andar
Intento ciego de escaparle al horror,
aún me ahogo en mis propias sombras
Nefasta expedición interior
¿Cuánto pesa el aire que me queda, los pasos que me faltan?
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