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funeral poem

porqué lo haga
los días melancólicos han venido
como baja el igualar
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
el prado se arrastraba
hice un voto una vez, uno solamente
en la tierra silenciosa
las estrellas cayeron de cielo
para la verdad, para el amor
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
éstos sean
qué yo le deben

 



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