It is now at the starry hour that the lights go out so that you can see within a little better. I wouldn't be able to do much otherwise if I didn't stop and wait for this twilight ravaging dawn, to then get the better of my given crepuscular realm, my very own transient beauty, my all so essential soulful mind and quiet text. I couldn't stay, I couldn't flee, couldn't try; that's all if you do ask and I must tell you. |
Microrelato ''Amor entre dos hombres en Bata''
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*Parte 1 - La cancha de Bome*
Tenía 19 años.
Yo no sabía que se podía extrañar a alguien que acabas de conocer él se
llamaba Esono de 20 años; jugaba con...
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