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hace mil años silenciosos
sueño dulce en sus sepulcros humildes
no me quemo ningún incienso
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
había una época en años anteriores
por la orilla, por el mar
felicidad
el cuerpo puede confinar
paredes y enorme altos
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
para entonces fuera

 



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