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fui arriba y abajo de las calles
suavemente ahora la luz del dĂ­a
nosotros que estaban parados
esposa querida
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
los he oĂ­do en la noche
todos esos tesoros que mienten
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
en el amanecer, él dijo

 



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