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Wonderwall
Quero convertirte en canción, que sexas a Wonderwall humana. Dedicarche a letra como se fose miña. Fundirte coa guitarra. Tocarte en...
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![A cuadratura do círculo](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464c53_233177d7c2fb4f55b2f40ec142434018.jpg/v1/fill/w_319,h_222,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/464c53_233177d7c2fb4f55b2f40ec142434018.jpg)
A cuadratura do círculo
Seseaba por lugar de nasemento, era profesor por vocación e gustaba de poñerlle des a todo o que non fose un exame de estadística. ...
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Baila
A cidade esperta ao teu redor e ti bailas co teu vestido vermello. As luces siguen o movemento da tea esvarando polas pernas longas....
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![A bela](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464c53_441a97a561064f399a79960486dcd593.jpg/v1/fill/w_275,h_183,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/464c53_441a97a561064f399a79960486dcd593.jpg)
A bela
Quero inspirar o verso, esta noite. Espirme lento, que me arroupes co papel. Derramar a túa tinta, explotar o talento... Ti só escríbeme...
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A5...Tocado
Curiosa monotonía a dos teus dedos nas costas as mans dun náufrago a áncora que non afonda entelequia Xa custa recoñecerte en min...
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Filosofal
Podes chamarme quinto elemento nútrome do alquimismo terra-auga-aire-lume Son potencia e equilibrio purifico o verso sal con lume...
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Adición conxuncional
Xogabas a tirar pedriñas na auga mentres che bicaba o colo con tenrura nova e mirábasme con ollos de caloroso verán, co fervente ollar de...
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Ausencia
Escribo isto para dicirche que boto de menos a túa ausencia que me ferve o sangue cando recordo o tacto lene da túa pel nas mañás de...