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</script>https://errr-magazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/6130191808_6f1808fbcc_o.jpg19201245Me encuentro a mí mismodivagando entre los años,sometido a una turbulentaserie de inconsistenciasque me han derribadohasta el suelocon cada sacudidaarrojada en mi camino.He tratado de escaparen la medida de lo posibley lo imposible de sus garras,para sobresalir de esta jaulaque me mantiene retenido.No sé escribir más poesía.No deseo escribir más poesía.No sé escribir poesía.