OTOÑO DE TEATRO
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MatureOngoing14m
Last published Fri, Dec 23, 2022
Una recopilación de todos los sentimientos de este año, de todo lo que la gente calla, todo lo que un humano vive, de lo incomprensible por las personas, de las fantasias de un "poeta", las emociones que tapa el teatro y los que viven día a día en el, plasmada en la mejor época del año, otoño.
Mientras estes leyendo esto algunos tal vez dirán que bonita fantasia, pero es lo que vivo literalmente, todos los versos sacados de mi mente y la mayoría de las cosas extraídas de mi memoria.
Aqui está mi dolor, mis sueños, pensamientos y Dias, tanto en prosas como en versos, puse todas mis lagrimas aquí tratando de buscar un paño para cercarlas, a la vez sosegar la depresión.
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