tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767968946078398275.post4484776492772157345..comments2024-03-21T01:19:12.992-07:00Comments on DIARIO 8: CON FLORES MUY TEMPRANAS.Idus_druidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08091167016370900078noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767968946078398275.post-85887788394223944972011-05-06T02:09:22.793-07:002011-05-06T02:09:22.793-07:00Excelente, KenitExcelente, KenitMaria Holguerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842609801457601961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767968946078398275.post-24956483711121382542011-05-06T01:27:59.743-07:002011-05-06T01:27:59.743-07:00Como las moscas a la mierda. Inevitable.Como las moscas a la mierda. Inevitable.Kirk Tamateahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02577600587747323770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767968946078398275.post-31699188354674135372011-05-06T00:56:53.147-07:002011-05-06T00:56:53.147-07:00Sublime, se escucha el zumbido de la abeja, se sie...Sublime, se escucha el zumbido de la abeja, se siente la calidez consoladora de una madre, y ese "mal olor" .....<br />Felicidades Kenit, un relato maravilloso.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com