Posesión de Prusias
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Los libros antiguos de la Edad Media afirman que Prusias es uno de los demonios más poderosos en cuestiones de seducción.
Prusias posee el poder de la elocuencia, siempre trabaja con distintas máscaras, es un experto en la adulación, y aprovecha cualquier oportunidad que presente la naturaleza de los deseos.
Posesión de Prusias, es un poemario que muestra como un joven que amaba de verdad, cae ante la manifestación de Prusias, desviándose por el camino superfluo y vacío que puede ofrecer el jugar con el punto débil de las mujeres, la fascinación por el lenguaje.
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