Relatos Cortos
El cuchillo en la cama
La conocí por un libro. Pero no era mi libro, sino uno de ella. “Si subes a mi casa te regalo un ejemplar y te
La conocí por un libro. Pero no era mi libro, sino uno de ella. “Si subes a mi casa te regalo un ejemplar y te
Él la había visto llorar en muchas ocasiones, llevaban casados bastantes años, solo ella se acordaba de cuantos. Pero él sabía bien que sus lágrimas
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