14 ene 2010

CENTENO
(o "i was more than alive...a catcher in the rye")

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Si era verdad que había un guardian en ese campo, ella podía volver a correr a través del centeno, sin preocuparse de que hubiera o no precipicio. Si era verdad que había un guardian, quizás podía despreocuparse, y volver a sentir esa libertad que solo sientes de crio, cuando andas descalzo y pisas la tierra mientras te abrasa el sol. Si era verdad que había un guardian...no tenía que volver a sentirse sola, no tenia que volver a sentir miedo.
Si era verdad, si existia el guardian entre el centeno, quizás ella podía volver a ser... Ella.

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