Start writing for free on quadernoNadia Krúpskaya
Tardes libres
Tomás mates en la cama,
Te fumás un porro,
Pasás reels,
Leés un poco,
Y salís a caminar
Caminás,
pensás un poco,
mirás el cielo,
pensás un poco
y te enamorás
De la vida,
de las tardes
y flasheás
Qué linda será
la vida
cuando todas las tardes
sean nuestras
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