por Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez | Feb 12, 2010 | Narrativa
El día que llegaste al colegio, repartieron lápices y cuadernos. Tenias el pelo mojado, ropa limpia y zapatos nuevos. La profesora te dijo que te sentaras delante de mi. Estuve tentada de acariciar tu cabello. En la clase de artes, nuestros ojos y...por Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez | Dic 31, 2009 | Narrativa
Te doy la miel de mis ojosagua en mis labioscalor en mis senosabrigo en mis brazos.Te regalomi nido para que abrigues tu ave,una palabra de fuegoy un te quieroque no amarre. © Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez| Cookie | Duración | Descripción |
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