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cowboy poetry

amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
no esté enojado con mí
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
porqué lo haga
éstos sean
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
ésta es la canción de la juventud
a lo largo de los bancos
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
estoy viejo y oculto
no permanezca no más

 



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