Sin título

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc bebo, la gota que cae del techo, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc, tuc,

como los animales que se arrastran sobre el suelo.

autor: Roberto Franco