𝑆𝑖 𝑎 𝑣𝑒c𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑖
... 𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑗𝑎
𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑦 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟,
𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑛
𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑦𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎,
𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑟o𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒
𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑟...
𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑟.
𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑜
𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑎𝑟
𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒
𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛
𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑛...
𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑖𝑎𝑠,
𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛...
𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑜.
S𝑖 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑖
𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑜𝑠
𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟... 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜
𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑙
𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎
𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠
𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟,
𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠
𝑦 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎
𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑒.
Autor
Antonio Carlos Izaguerri.
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