Start writing for free on quadernoBrenda J.
Te vi a través de una ventana rota.
Admiraba tu cabello corto, tus gafas,
y tu silencio.
Sostenías otras manos,
no las mías.
Lágrimas con sabor a olvido
se derramaban
mientras me hundía.
No voy a nadar,
no hacia tu pecho,
no voy a nadar...
Nada.
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