Start writing for free on quadernoHenry Derek
Tienes la llave.
Me tienes preso a tus caricias,
a la distancia escapan,
me dejan cuando te abrazo.
Te volviste una melodía,
tan agradable sinfonía.
En mi mente das concierto,
estoy sentado en primera fila.
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