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grandmother poem

ella dijo
dos filas de coles
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
no puedo ahora decirle
espléndido y terrible su amor
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
asustado no más, digo
la pienso espléndido justo
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
pero alas, sueños justos
las verdades tremendas éstos sean

 



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