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en septiembre
el cielo
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
trenzado y tejido
con alegría y maravilla
me preguntan donde he estado
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
dice de buenas viejas épocas
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
no éramos muchos
camino abajo de las trayectorias del jardín
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra

 



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