Plagios radiofónicos

Puedo extender mis manos si estás perdida

y en un abrazo suave encontrarte.

Puedo mirarte a los ojos profundamente,

y al verte triste, penetrar más allá de lo que veo.

Puedo hablarte desde el corazón

y llenarte el alma con mis palabras para ayudarte.

Puedo llorar tus tristezas y transformarlas junto a las mías

en risas, respetando los silencios.

Puedo hacer menos dura tu soledad

compartiendo más momentos de tu vida.

Puedo quererte pero puedo rechazarte,

puedo esperarte pero puedo cansarme de soñarte.

Puedo estar, ser tu amigo y compartir

todos los momentos intermedios

de tu vida. Incluso amarte

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