Pecar No Es De Tontos
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  • LECTURAS 6
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 2
  • Hora <5 mins
Continúa, Has publicado ago 11, 2018
Una noche, es todo lo que se necesita. Una idea es lo que más me hace falta, no podía ser de otra manera, escuchando a David hice estos versos, o prosa lo que salga, porque al escribir vomito y saco lo que soy lo que muchas veces oculto, o tal vez lo que quiero ser.
Al escribir es un examen de conciencia o lo poco que queda de ella. De repente me siento tan libre, frente al papel y la tinta, poder dibujar cavernas y despertar como un artista tal vez es eso.
¿El propósito?, no lo tengo muy seguro aun, tal vez solo tratar de ponerle una cortina poética a lo que vivo todos los días, tal vez la necesidad de que alguien me lea, me conozca, no soy exactamente un chico solitario, pero a veces me siento solo entre la multitud.
Y estoy seguro que también lo sentiste, lo probaste en carne propia, tan solo y acompañado, no soy poeta, mis rimas son mediocres pero aquí va el intento de un aficionado.
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