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Esta tentación de la hoja de papel,
De la tinta,
De la ligereza de mis dedos
Escrutándome el alma,
De la fugacidad de un tiempo
Mudo,
De rostros hechos versos,
De mí, palpándome la historia:
La existencia que creí perdida.
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