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Tu nombre suena extraño cuando lo escucho de boca de alguien más, pero también es parte de mi acontecer diario...
Tus ojos se ven distintos cuando trato de encontrar imágenes de ti, pero siguen siendo luces en los caminos oscuros de mi andar...
Tus manos es lo que menos veo en todos lados y al mismo tiempo es el detalle más delicado que puedo encontrar...

Tu vida parece hoy más lejos, y no te dejo de soñar

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  1. Mujer del traje gris4 de marzo de 2008, 1:12

    Ya me parecía a mi ke la distancia siempre va a pesar de alguna manera. Ya keria yo leerte algo por el estilo... :P

    [No abuses de los puntos suspensivos.
    Nunca pases del punto final.]

    Abrazos grandes!

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