Ponme en papel y cuéntale a la luna lo que no quieres saber de mí. Grítale al sol mis defectos, llórale al viento mis caprichos y susúrrale a tu almohada mis imperfecciones.
Súfreme.
Alucíname, siénteme con la más pequeña de tus células. Exhala 100 veces mi nombre y en cada uno de tus respiros arde de coraje por alejarte de mí.
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Write me.
Put me on paper and tell the moon what you don't want to know about me. Scream my faults to the sun, cry out to the wind my whims and whisper to your pillow my imperfections.
Suffer me.
Hallucinate me, feel me with the smallest of your cells. Exhale 100 times my name and in each one of your breaths burn with anger for leaving me.
Put me on paper and tell the moon what you don't want to know about me. Scream my faults to the sun, cry out to the wind my whims and whisper to your pillow my imperfections.
Suffer me.
Hallucinate me, feel me with the smallest of your cells. Exhale 100 times my name and in each one of your breaths burn with anger for leaving me.
Maricela Morlet
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