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Necesito escucharte, me hace falta tu ruido. Necesito saber de tu voz lo que va a pasar, necesito creer en tu sonido. Necesito escucharte con esa voz chillona, con ese tono insoportable. Quiero reirme de tus mil idiomas. Necesito imaginar tus gestos, necesito entender tus silencios. Me hace faltan tus muecas por las tardes y tus interminables argumentos los domingos. Necesito conocer tu visión del mundo. Me hace falta escucharte en tus canciones, siempre en tu música nueva. Me hacen falta las expresiones de un mundo que estás segura entender, aunque te mueras de miedo cuando me lo explicas. Necesito que me cuestiones, que me veas y me hagas pensar.

Me hace faltan tus palabras, me hace falta saber que el mundo va a estar bien si proviene de tu voz.

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