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death poem

pájaros contra el viento de abril
el sol está para arriba
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
sé no dónde
muy bien, usted liberales
cuando las horas del día se numeran
el mirar más allá
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
ésta es la canción de la juventud
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso

 



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