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serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
los días melancólicos han venido
hermano, soy fuego
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
pero no puedo ahora leerle
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
no esté enojado con mí
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
al amante apasionado
arriba y abajo de él va

 



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