Amores que matan
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Se que hay mil formas para decir SÍ.
Se que hay silencios que hablan mas que mil palabras que serán miradas que revelan lo que quiero (vivir mi libertad).
Para frenar, para evitar sin explicarlo, no hay que ser sabio para comprender que no es no, y hay una sola forma de decirlo, entiendelo, no es no.
Y no hace falta que lo justifique cuando digo: no es no. No tengo que gritarlo ni sentir vergüenza al decirlo, no. No es no, no importa si lo digo sonriendo o llorando,
no es no.
En cualquier idioma se comprende y queda claro, porque no es no. Con una vez alcanza, no hace falta repetirlo. No es no.
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