Pequeños Relatos
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Dernière publication dim., mai 21, 2017
A continuación van a leer algunos pequeños relatos, ya que no los considero poesía pero si quieren pueden llamarlos así, que voy a ir publicando a medida que los vaya escribiendo. No tienen un orden y cada parte se trata de algo diferente, a veces pueden ser de amor, otras sobre la amistad, simplemente cuando estoy inspirada, y empiezo a escribir, salen lo que están por leer. Espero que les guste y están más que bienvenidos a leer.
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