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</script>Nos mecimos bajo el sol el atardecer funcionaba como plagio usábamos premoniciones y funcionamos un buen rato. NO al naufragio. Tuvimos sexo en el viento, con la coartada de servir como prospecto, ante la rabia del invierno. Cuestionamientos infames, la labia de andamios lo frío del pavimento, entre destellos y anhelos. Distancias absurdas, cobardía de […]