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Yo soy así amor... no me conoces A veces... una niña que sueña, refugiarse en tus brazos.. sentir que la proteges. La frágil mariposa que si tocas sus alas, se muere en un momento Otras... un libro de poemas de aquellos que se escriben en tardes otoñales. O de esos... inspirados en ardientes pasiones que desata el amor cuando se nos presenta. Salvajemente cuerda o locamente suave, distante, silenciosa y tristemente calma. Inquieta, posesiva, celosa, impulsiva. Ese pájaro alegre o una triste agonía lápida fría que alberga la muerte de un amante. Y a veces... casi siempre.. un volcán contenido que un segundo estalla derramando su lava y...en ese mismo instante te entrega cuerpo y alma. Y después del momento de la entrega infinita vuelvo a sentirme niña, mariposa, poema, pájaro, agonía, lápida... yo misma Yo soy así amor.... no ando por la vida fingiendo ser yo misma Soy yo misma!!!