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amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
le cuento con
los días endeared a cada MUSE
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
esté en mí como los humores eternos
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
nunca en toda mi vida
de piso al techo
le hizo ven siempre un cocodrilo

 



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