Dos besos y un adiós.
- LECTURES 236
- Votes 16
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture21m
Dernière publication mer., janv. 6, 2016
Hoy es una mañana con el cielo nublado en un pueblo cualquiera, con un chico común y recuerdos que lo atormentan...
Esta es mi historia, los pro y los contras de ser escritor... Tengo 15 años, desde hace tres años atrás escribo canciones en un género popular llamado "Rap", tengo metas, y no creo tener algo en específico que me separe del resto de los hombres, sólo quiero contar esta pequeña historia que me castiga.
Siempre me he sentido atraído por las letras, ¿Será por lo libre que me hace sentir al desahogarme y expresar tantas cosas sólo con un lápiz y un papel? No sé, pero este amor que me hace sentir es inigualable, y por medio de esta libertad narraré una historia llena de anécdotas.
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