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Culpables

Esta noche me confieso culpable. Soy culpable de ser joven y tener ímpetu de vivir, de desear y creer que todo es posible. Tambièn me declaro culpable de soñar y anhelar, de buscar en tus ojos cada noche y en tu sonrisa la siguiente mañana. Soy culpable de mirarte por las tardes, despacito y sin que te des cuenta. Soy culpable de tu buscar tu perfume con cualquier pretexto y entonces morirme en la ansiedad de no poder tomarte para mi. Soy culpable de provocarte para continuar el momento, de soñarte en las fiebres repentinas de mis noches y de llevarte para siempre, muy cerca esperando que no te des cuenta, o tal vez si...

Soy culpable de lo que siento, sin importar nada más de lo que pase. Soy culpable, tal vez culpable sólo de ti...

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