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paredes y enorme altos
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
le estoy cantando
lleno esta taza
por las mañanas nube-grises
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
la nieve susurra sobre mí
a lo largo de una orilla
para entonces fuera

 



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