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viejo vino a beber
la nieve susurra sobre mí
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
ciudad que no es una ciudad
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
algunos de los dańos que usted ha curado
suavemente llorando
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
usted oye la lluvia?
hice un voto una vez, uno solamente

 



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