Querubines en el acantilado – Santiago Eximeno
Dicen que en la noche de difuntos, cuando la magia…
Dicen que en la noche de difuntos, cuando la magia…
Crujió la hojarasca bajo sus zarpas y crujió el mundo….
Desperté con la ría en los ojos. Antes de abrirlos…
Cantaba y tocaba la guitarra con un aire nostálgico, como…
Confesé lo que había hecho ante el Gran Consejo. Sentí…
Siempre he desconfiado de aquellos que dicen eso de que…
La mañana despertó asfixiada por un cielo de color gris…
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