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Carta Para Mi Madre Fallecida Para Llorar May 2026
Con el alma hecha pedazos, pero llena de ti,
Hay noches en que sueño contigo. Eres tan real que puedo oler tu perfume, ese que usabas para las ocasiones especiales. Te veo cocinando, te veo peinándote frente al espejo, te veo leyendo con los lentes apoyados en la punta de la nariz. Y despierto, y por un segundo el mundo es el de antes. Luego llega la verdad, como un golpe seco en el pecho. carta para mi madre fallecida para llorar
Perdóname si no voy al cementerio tan seguido como debería. Es que no te encuentro ahí. Yo te encuentro en el viento cuando sopla de repente, en la canción que te gustaba, en el sabor del café con leche los domingos. Te encuentro en mis gestos, en mi forma de querer a los demás, en la manera en que cuido a los que amo. Con el alma hecha pedazos, pero llena de
