Los planetas y saturno
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- Votos 9
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Poesía en prosas
¿De qué hablo?
La poesía en prosa es una forma de texto híbrido que no es ni relato ni poema en el sentido tradicional. Se considera, que constituye una unidad.
Se conoce como prosa poética a la obra que presenta los mismos elementos que un poema (hablante lírico, actitud lírica, tema y objeto), aunque sin sus elementos formales (como ser rima y métrica).
Voy a contarles cómo son cada uno de mis amigos y lo importante que son en mi vida haciéndoles honor en prosas, a continuación mis amigos los planetas...
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If Not Now , Then When?
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Beautiful Like Birds
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