Start writing for free on quadernoGarcía Gael
solo un sorbo probé,
tan breve como una ola.
Un sorbo bastó
para amargar la dulzura de mi alma.
era miel vencida,
que ardía en mis entrañas.
Ahora sé que hay bebedizos
que llegan dulces al alma,
pero desgarran los recuerdos.
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