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con la puesta del sol
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
la luz retirada
tan perdido
vivido por la orilla
la fragancia vino
los pasillos de mármol resounding largos
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
era no para ese olor singular

 



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