nueve noches de vigilia,ocho sueños en el aire,siete años de intentarlo,seis esfuerzos ya fallidos.cinco signos evidentes,cuatro nuevas esperanzas.Tres pruebas sobre la mesa(dos de ellas concluyentes),y una mancha ensangrentadaque me dice nuevamente,que no habrá nido ni esperay me arrebata del vientreese abrazo tiernoque sin existir, dueleen esta cuenta regresiva.
sábado, 22 de julio de 2023
Cuenta regresiva
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