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friendship poems

soy el viento que duda
y va tan
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
dice de buenas viejas épocas
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa

 



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