Entre sus temblorosas manos coge aquel pincel que trazaba historias de ausencias, momentos por ocurrir, óleo derramado sin lienzo. El tiempo, ese viejo traidor, escribe y borra historias, pero no puede acariciar el cuerpo desnudo que Ariadna pintó. Los años pueden...
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