Start writing for free on quadernoA.J.Herrera
Esta vida me es ajena
Los días pasan, pero no los vivo
Las personas quieren algo, alguien que no soy.
Me siento ausente
Me siento hijo del viento
Me siento novio de la luna
Mi cuerpo no existe, solo mi ser
Y para volver, solo me queda perecer.
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