E igual que apareció se marchó:como quien camina de puntillasy provoca estampidas de latidos.Disimulando,como si no creyera en la poesíay pensara que todo lo que no se dice en voz altano existe.Como un secreto,ignorante de que son silenciosque dicen más ruido que la verdad

-Elvira Sastre

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