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religious poem

la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
le cuento con
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
tiene usted el caminar visto a través de la aldea
nosotros que estaban parados
vea, ellos vuelven
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
no éramos muchos
cuando el velo de los ojos se levanta
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
no hay escape al lado del río
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien

 



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