tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28829268901728452142011-04-22T04:46:25.442+02:00Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-17936543908840847842007-10-25T12:01:00.001+02:002007-10-25T12:01:40.336+02:0000:00. Me desnudo. Me meto en la cama. Espero a que llegues. Te beso y me besas. Duerme bien, amor. Hasta mañana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-1793654390884084784?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-36665007709095436502007-10-25T12:00:00.004+02:002007-10-25T12:01:12.259+02:00Diecisiete de Noviembre. Recuerda mi amor el día que nos conocimos. No el día en que me diste dos besos y nos dijimos el nombre. Ese otro día que tanto y tanto hablamos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-3666500770909543650?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-68692459333767836412007-10-25T12:00:00.003+02:002007-10-25T12:00:50.525+02:00A las cinco de la mañana duerme mi amor junto al tuyo. Hay noches que se abrazan. Otras noches se buscan. Y otras simplemente duermen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6869245933376783641?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-13239167038405874382007-10-25T12:00:00.001+02:002007-10-25T12:00:26.152+02:00La una. Las doce en Canarias. Dice la radio cosas sin sentido para mi amor que ahora sólo quiere tocarte o escuchar otra vez esa canción de amor, americana y antigua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-1323916703840587438?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-67531471307881211112007-10-25T11:59:00.002+02:002007-10-25T12:00:01.968+02:00Día de lluvia. Te añora mi amor escribiendo tu nombre en el vaho (que yo mismo hago) de los cristales.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6753147130788121111?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-14703701163360952162007-10-25T11:59:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:59:33.602+02:00Domingo por la noche. Está tan viejo mi amor que se queda dormido junto a ti pensando en lo divertido que es besar tus labios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-1470370116336095216?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-74910106722602921292007-10-25T11:58:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:59:07.930+02:00Hora de la siesta. Se nos hace el amor tan carnal e imperativo como a dos adolescentes. Toma esas vitaminas más a menudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-7491010672260292129?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-8486049956677327272007-10-25T11:58:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:58:47.690+02:00Noche prematura. Tormenta fuera. Echo de menos tu risa en mi oído y tu mano confortándome tras cada trueno. A ver si vuelves pronto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-848604995667732727?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-64132593405478513412007-10-25T11:58:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:58:26.421+02:00Siete de la tarde. Tu amor viene a verme al sillón, a traerme las pastillas y un poco de esa agua de limón. Me arropas tiernamente y por un momento me alegro de estar enfermo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6413259340547851341?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-3839038683167074682007-10-25T11:57:00.002+02:002007-10-25T11:58:04.080+02:00Lunes de nostalgia. Mira mi amor viejas fotos y se sorprende de que esas rodillas tuyas, tan perfectas y mordidas, fueran antes más delgadas. Incluso más bellas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-383903868316707468?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-4681338409713695602007-10-25T11:57:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:57:42.200+02:00Jueves por la noche. Te odia mi amor intensamente, con todo el odio que le cabe. No sé por qué discuto. Ni sé si tengo razón. Sólo sé que te odio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-468133840971369560?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-12556262944451916932007-10-25T11:56:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:57:18.562+02:00Demasiado aprisa en la mañana confunde mi amor un cajón con el otro y se para todo mientras miro tu ropa interior vacía de ti, un poco sensual en tu recuerdo y un poco siniestra en tu falta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-1255626294445191693?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-90457582929213847162007-10-25T11:56:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:56:57.270+02:00Dieciocho de septiembre. Recuerda mi amor otro amor antiguo y acabado y lo compara con este, inmortal mientras lo vivimos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-9045758292921384716?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-60510322729564707802007-10-25T11:56:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:56:32.318+02:00A los tres días de no verte se muerde impaciencia mi amor los nudillos. Y está tan alegre todo mi cuerpo de volver a verte que casi deseo que te vuelvas a ir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6051032272956470780?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-74917807193109811392007-10-25T11:55:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:56:07.930+02:00Cuatro y media de la tarde. En la cacerola que friego recuerda mi amor a tu pecho izquierdo. Por la forma y por ese lunar igual que esta mancha que no quiero borrar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-7491780719310981139?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-63750506107997289462007-10-25T11:55:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:55:43.739+02:00A las cuatro de la tarde es tan minúsculo mi amor que me quedo dormido mientras me hablas de no sé qué.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6375050610799728946?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-846163862291005972007-10-25T11:55:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:55:22.071+02:00Domingo por la tarde. Verano. Es tan emocionante la partida de mus que olvido tu amor por una treinta y una cualquiera. Es tan voluble la suerte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-84616386229100597?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-28839778919835343542007-10-25T11:54:00.002+02:002007-10-25T11:55:00.486+02:00Miércoles por la mañana. Dice mi amor “como no quererte” mientras sonríes al dependiente y te apartas, sin importancia, el pelo de la cara.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-2883977891983534354?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-1104495032558650182007-10-25T11:54:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:54:35.822+02:00Lunes a la mañana. Se queda mi amor atrapado entre las piedras que cierran el anillo del ombligo de la chica que acaba de sonreírme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-110449503255865018?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-18183946172817097222007-10-25T11:53:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:54:13.426+02:00<span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">Toda la tarde del domingo está mi amor desaparecido y sólo se acuerda de ti para pedirte silencio o para besarte cuando quien ha de hacerlo mete un gol</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-1818394617281709722?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-34641330058075782622007-10-25T11:53:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:53:50.209+02:00A las ocho y media de la tarde se divide mi amor entre el ombligo perfecto de esa actriz tan perfecta y tu nariz un poco torcida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-3464133005807578262?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-61482628451330915142007-10-25T11:53:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:53:25.471+02:00A la tarde tu amor se embrolla en la risa. Tu risa en mi oído. ¿Qué más da si no la he provocado yo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-6148262845133091514?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-53564997444469535262007-10-25T11:52:00.002+02:002007-10-25T11:53:03.757+02:00A las once y cuarto descansa mi amor del trabajo pensando en la forma exacta del lóbulo de tu oreja y en el sabor indecible de tus pendientes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-5356499744446953526?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-27336041234954530932007-10-25T11:52:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:52:38.991+02:00Un sábado por la noche tu amor se acuerda de lo que soy realmente. He intentado bailar, hablar contigo y los demás, ser divertido. Y tú recuerdas en un momento preciso mientras me miras hablar con otra lo que realmente soy: un imbécil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-2733604123495453093?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-73637474625690160142007-10-25T11:51:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:52:12.924+02:00A las 21:37 tu amor escribe en un mensaje: “Llegaré tarde, tráfico. He comprado chocolate. Me acuerdo de tu oreja y del comentario del huevo. No tienes gracia. Te quiero cada día menos. Besos.”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-7363747462569016014?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-28874220171343564512007-10-25T11:51:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:51:48.235+02:00Por la noche te sueña mi amor si está alegre. Sueña tu sombra si está triste. Y si está deseoso sueña contigo o con otra. Lo mismo da.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-2887422017134356451?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-8276431381539091602007-10-25T11:51:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:51:25.067+02:00De nueve a tres todos los días mi amor come palabras. Bonitas, feas, palabras para ti o para otra. Mi amor las come y yo, a veces, las apunto para decírtelas, como ahora, al oído.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-827643138153909160?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-74047046784306740292007-10-25T11:50:00.002+02:002007-10-25T11:51:03.056+02:00Una noche lenta canta mi amor canciones americanas y antiguas y tu amor baila ya sin tristeza esas no tan tristes canciones.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-7404704678430674029?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-32434343596191436852007-10-25T11:50:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:50:39.619+02:00A las cuatro de la madrugada se despierta mi amor y como no puede dormir se entretiene viéndote dormir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-3243434359619143685?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-48818250256976654722007-10-25T11:49:00.004+02:002007-10-25T11:50:15.522+02:00Lunes por la noche. Se duerme tu amor en el sillón sin esperar siquiera a los anuncios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4881825025697665472?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-41174870942726916552007-10-25T11:49:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:49:47.674+02:00A horas indeterminadas te olvida mi amor y vuelve a recordarte cuando el rastro de esa otra, de cualquiera, se ha del todo evaporado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4117487094272691655?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-72652673097869243342007-10-25T11:49:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:49:21.329+02:00A eso de las nueve se cambia de canal mi amor. Pasa de tu amor al de la chica del tiempo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-7265267309786924334?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-58721350115721660102007-10-25T11:48:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:48:58.582+02:00Agosto en la ciudad. Suda mi amor la camiseta presa del sol, del calor y de tu cuerpo de verano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-5872135011572166010?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-31260845499761745862007-10-25T11:48:00.001+02:002007-10-25T11:48:34.266+02:00Pierde mi amor el sentido del tiempo y el espacio cuando rozas, aunque sea casualmente, esa zona de mi oreja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-3126084549976174586?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-85110857869277541042007-10-25T11:47:00.005+02:002007-10-25T11:47:58.855+02:00Las tardes de lluvia tu amor no sale de casa. Cree que ya no crece con el agua y perdió el paraguas en una farmacia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-8511085786927754104?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-45400831747852809122007-10-25T11:47:00.003+02:002007-10-25T11:47:30.119+02:00En el invierno se calienta tu amor los píes congelados frotándolos a traición con los míos que tampoco están muy calientes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4540083174785280912?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-47506082837517827772007-10-25T11:46:00.000+02:002007-10-25T11:47:03.113+02:00A la hora de la cena se me quema tu amor con el ajo que condimenta las alcachofas de bote. No deberías venir a besarme o distraerme cuando cocino.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4750608283751782777?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-40287154025466904942007-10-25T11:45:00.000+02:002007-10-25T11:46:22.810+02:00Los sábados por la tarde es tu amor ese bostezo que se te escapa mientras estás tumbada en mi barriga, acariciándome una rodilla y dejando pasar el tiempo simulando ver una película.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4028715402546690494?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-4075972291096202042007-09-19T12:18:00.001+02:002007-09-19T12:18:37.857+02:00Ocho y veintitrés. Se constriñe tu amor en el ojo guiñado mientras le pintas la raya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-407597229109620204?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-35169787846007082712007-09-19T12:12:00.000+02:002007-09-19T12:16:52.218+02:00A las nueve y treinta y siete tu amor está en el tazón de cereales y el vaso de zumo de manzana. Es un amor comestible con sabor a cola cao.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-3516978784600708271?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882926890172845214.post-41263681638280346472007-09-17T12:45:00.000+02:002007-09-17T12:46:58.595+02:00A las ocho de la mañana tu amor es una legaña que no hay forma de quitar. Aún no llevo las gafas puestas y se me exageran las ojeras. Tú recién despierta me besas y me quitas la legaña.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882926890172845214-4126368163828034647?l=gonzalosuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gonzalo Suanceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17321800989769678877noreply@blogger.com0