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funeral poem

porqué lo haga
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
déme
vea, ellos vuelven
debajo de un árbol de la castaña que se separa
la luz retirada
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
el aire es como una mariposa
las estrellas cayeron de cielo
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte

 



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