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spanish poem

viejo vino a beber
cuando el velo de los ojos se levanta
hay un país por completo del vino
como águilas en colmo ascendente
los he oído en la noche
y con el pájaro del tarareo
caras hermosas, tragical
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
amo robar un rato lejos
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
al lado de un campo afectado
a alguno los dioses gordos
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano

 



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