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splendor dulce
éste es el arsenal
por las mañanas nube-grises
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
sobre los tejados compita con las sombras de nubes
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
los poetas dicen
sol y viento y golpe del mar

 



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