{"id":976,"date":"2016-09-20T13:07:00","date_gmt":"2016-09-20T13:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/anatomia-de-una-ilusion\/"},"modified":"2016-09-20T13:07:00","modified_gmt":"2016-09-20T13:07:00","slug":"anatomia-de-una-ilusion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cms.letraweb.org\/en\/anatomia-de-una-ilusion\/","title":{"rendered":"Anatom\u00eda de una ilusi\u00f3n…"},"content":{"rendered":"


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A\u00fan ahora, que el mundo se estrella en el destiempo\u2026 que el pasado me devuelve \u00abayeres\u00bb batallados en propia oscuridad, excelsos de la luz que nunca vi, esgrafiados en tintes de odios secos… cierta marea calma me trae al vuelo la memoria (desde la \u00faltima frase hueca de la historia) de esto<\/i><\/b> que evita la sinraz\u00f3n que conduce a la muerte.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Algunos le llaman: Ilusi\u00f3n.<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Martha Jacqueline
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A\u00fan ahora, que el mundo se estrella en el destiempo\u2026 que el pasado me devuelve \u00abayeres\u00bb batallados en propia oscuridad, excelsos de la luz que nunca vi, esgrafiados en tintes de odios secos… cierta marea calma me trae al vuelo la memoria (desde la \u00faltima frase hueca de la historia) de esto que evita la<\/p>\n

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