If there is, it means that also there is not. The possibility of being and not being hides in a simple box where the external eye cannot look at.
Being there and here, being here and there. No touch. No interaction.
Just if you were the smallest buble and the reality was the ship carrying you.
Just the cat outside my room.
Just the lack of light.
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hola, de dónde lo sacaste, el poema, digo.
Hola, gracias por saludar. Las cosas de este blog las saco de algunas borracheras, de cuando tengo hambre y de cuando no puedo dormir. No sé, específicamente, ésta de dónde salió. Saludos.
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