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mom poem

el prado se arrastraba
ésta es la nave de la perla
hice un voto una vez, uno solamente
dentro de mi mano sostengo
ciudad que no es una ciudad
tengo gusto de ella
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
las sombras de las naves
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
ahora para una lucha enérgica y alegre
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
como ella
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor


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