"Camino por el parque de mil aguas del abril.
Encuentro trozos de uñas.
Voy con mi bolso rojo,
con toda la confianza que puedo sacar del cuerpo.
No tenemos nada más que las piedras pequeñas
entre los dedos de los pies."
Agua de bruja
Marina Zrnic
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