Al otro lado del espejo
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Last published Mon, Dec 9, 2019
La primera vez no es fácil, no fue fácil verla a los ojos y decirle adiós sabiendo que tal vez era la ultima lagrima, el ultimo suspiro y aunque quise aferrarme con la vida, a tu forma de vivir me fue imposible mantener el corazón al otro lado del espejo y fue hay donde entendí que tu amor era como las estrellas constantes pero inalcanzable y el deseo de amarte juntos aunque no lo estemos no desvaneció con los días solo fue una cicatriz marcada en mi piel una promesa al viento sin destino ni fin.
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