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en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
perro de la guinga y el gato del calicó
estoy viejo y oculto
y con el pájaro del tarareo
no permanezca no más
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
no sea falso
entre las montañas vagué

 



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