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concrete poetry

era no para ese olor singular
me preguntan donde he estado
todos esos tesoros que mienten
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
de piso al techo
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
raza alto-llevada
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
cuando, lleno de amor caliente e impaciente
he ganado la raza
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
lo van


 



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