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De los creadores de todos los blogs que han sido fallidos (aunque algunos con entradas decentes), este es un nuevo espacio que pretende discutir todo lo que se me ocurra, espero que algunas cosas sean relevantes. También espero guardar la constancia de por lo menos un par de entradas a la semana ya que ni los blogs son tan populares, ni tengo tanta imaginación para hacerlo diariamente.

Volver a escribir no creo que signifique volverse a subir al caballo, pero cómo hace falta cabalgar. Escribir para mí se ha convertido en un ejercicio que reconozco como catarsis pero que al mismo tiempo practico mucho menos que mis visitas al dentista (con muchos saludos para mi querida dentista). Entonces el primer reto de volver a subirse al caballo por lo menos para que me duelan las corvas semana a semana.

Ciento cincuenta palabras para comenzar, esperemos el tamaño del caballo.

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