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rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
suavemente llorando
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
la tierra guarda cierto ir de la vibración
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
hice una pausa el marco abierto
pero alas, sueños justos
el cielo

 



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