tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137278503287845098.post6746638387114584229..comments2023-10-04T12:22:20.462+02:00Comments on Puerta Falsa: Hablaba y hablabaJavier Puchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03677922277139822555noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137278503287845098.post-24887433935197613822013-11-24T12:58:29.961+01:002013-11-24T12:58:29.961+01:00Me encantó.
Morir por no poder hablar. Las palabra...Me encantó.<br />Morir por no poder hablar. Las palabras eran su razón de vida.<br />Fascinante idea.<br /><br />Me alegra volver a leerteCastigadorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05338465659581560631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137278503287845098.post-67450890253619338182013-11-15T18:50:26.701+01:002013-11-15T18:50:26.701+01:00Fabuloso!!!!Fabuloso!!!!Maria Cocahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02953265765164582872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137278503287845098.post-7866743619693433742013-10-24T12:33:02.087+02:002013-10-24T12:33:02.087+02:00Morir ahogado en palabras debe ser muy agónico.Morir ahogado en palabras debe ser muy agónico.Marcos Callauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12061673981469425109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137278503287845098.post-57520985348071163252013-10-24T09:53:12.272+02:002013-10-24T09:53:12.272+02:00ser una criada gorda. gracias.ser una criada gorda. gracias.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com