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Me temo que no existe esa resistencia de la que tanto alardeaba,

que no estaba tan cansada,

y que lo más dificil no fue decir adiós,

porque el final tuvo lugar 10 meses antes.


El día que me llamen a testificar, me condenarán por mentirosa. 

Y aún cuando cumpla mi condena, seguiré creyendo en todo lo que he callado. 

En que tardé un día en volver a creer, 

en que el sol en Madrid no se esconde y

en que lloré por Bari cuando Roma me esperaba al año siguiente.


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