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Rebeldía

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Author: Núria Segura Insa

Núria Segura InsaOctober 25, 2016

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Rebeldía

written by: Núria Segura Insa

@Poetica140c

Rebeldía
es poesía.
Es la comisura
de tus labios,
dientes
de nieve.
Tu pelo suelto,
revuelto
tus nerviosas
manos.
Poesía y rebeldía
eres tú.

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De mi mano nace Poética, una cuenta de Twitter que pretende teñir la red social con micropoemas de 140 carácteres. Escribo lo que me sale del alma.

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