No.

No sé mucho del mundo,

no conozco a la gente,

dudo de mí misma, a veces

y de los otros, siempre.

Pero cuando te miro,

lo tengo claro.

Dijera lo que dijera Bécquer,

grito

no.

Poesía

eres tú.

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