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Les Petits Ouvrages de Dulcinae. Loisirs créatifs Crochet Boutis Broderie. Mes créations ne sont pas. Libres de droit et ne peuvent. Être utilisées à titre commercial. Vos ouvrages avec mes tutos. Filet à provision au crochet. Voici ce que nous proposait.
Quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011. O que não é muito normal.
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EN ALGUN LUGAR DE LA MANCHA. En estos molinos las palabras ya no son silencio. Jueves, 22 de febrero de 2018. Tu regreso a mi cuerpo, una estela dejó a tu paso. Por estas tierras infértiles y desoladas. Preguntaste si te extrañe, pero la verdad. Mi silencio fue quien respondió. Añoraba que reconocieras el ritmo en mi pecho. Para que fuera innecesaria tu pregunta. Deseabas que al fin despertara de esa inconsciencia. Y derramara en ti y en mi memoria todos los recuerdos vividos. Pero tu siempre terco,.