Oda a la verdad.
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No será un poema, pero sí podré cantarlo,
Cuando toques tu guitarra, espero encontrarnos,
Bella melodía, junto a mi mejor compañía. (Oda a la verdad).
La primera vez que me planteé la idea de escribir, sabía que no iba a ser una gran poeta, pues esperaba sólo contar verdades de mis días, como si fuese mi diario de notas, en el que escribo lo que pienso, lo que vivo, pero que me da pena decir. Lo único que tiene de Oda, es el parrafo 1, la música que suena mientras escribo, y mis ganas inmensas de rimar mientras pienso en ti.
El día de hoy le tocó al amor...
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