Fortuna
En Ostia Antica, oculta entre gritos y olas, nació una diosa. Terracota que violenta gestos, cánones de belleza. Rostro quebrado que azota razones. Vituperio del alma rota. Bacanal en días de flores azules. No oso más que pensarte. Soy ciega en venerarte.
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