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daughter poem

mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
el sol está para arriba
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
éste es el arsenal
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
asustado no más, digo
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
trenzado y tejido
con alegría y maravilla
aquí miente una señora más hermosa

 



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