Nostalgia del que nunca será, del futuro deseado e imposible en las
expectativas de una imaginación furtiva y desesperada, desesperando al pobre
soñador de realidades emiferas de una fantasía que se desvanece en el despertar
de la divagación momentánea.
domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017
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