WAS ONCE
Once upon a time, that was a girl
a girl who never lived
sitting and never stopped to look anywhere
a girl who never estubo
and whenever one came anywhere
the
vicit came to a girl
incorespondida had a conviction where his vicitantes girl was the bugs.
trying to sleep in a glass
air that came out of an engine.
but she complained because he could never dream came their vicitantes
always, is the smallest
introduction in the small of her urn huequecito
could not rest.
this girl always sat on the edge of the sofa
never dared to sit further back
was coming down along with other children but these
the despised
insulted nobody wants the girls to attract bugs.
never had anyone and always tried to talk to the afterlife
because I had to be so
her life because she could not live,
she had not decided to stop living because they had forced
.
never could rest under the door, window, all Salian side approach him
always saw cockroaches, homigas, rats ...
always wanted subirsele
whitewash over
axficiarla
and she always resisted
exhausted to think that I knew no end sentences
why convictions are exposed to injustice?
why should die when she has not asked?
this story is no less real, and not longer than what I have invented, dream born yesterday, and tonight will come back to soƱar.esperando to see what will be ...
I have dreams go, then they are truly part of what I live, but with elements that in reality do not see them, but they are ever with me.
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