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estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
mejore que el granito
hermano, soy fuego
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
vea que me doy usted
aquí cae ninguna luz
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
no sea falso
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
un destello del oro en gloom y gris

 



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