Poesía:
Posted on mayo 12th, 2011 by henriettaPosted in Poesía | No Comments »
Son finales trágicos, Read the rest of this entry »
Son finales trágicos, Read the rest of this entry »
Como en un sueño gris, Read the rest of this entry »
Aún huele a fuego. Read the rest of this entry »
Día tras día, Read the rest of this entry »
Tormentas; primavera. Read the rest of this entry »
Eras mi vecino de al lado. Read the rest of this entry »
Verdes praderas; Read the rest of this entry »
Thursday, 9 pm. My flight to Barcelona is delayed. It seems that my holidays are not starting well. Nevertheless, it is such a long time since I wanted to visit Ireland that any inconvenient seems to be as important to stop my happiness. Read the rest of this entry »
Aparecen sin pensar, Read the rest of this entry »
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