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ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
el elevar, como el viento sopló
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
ésta es la nave de la perla
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
algunos días más ventosos
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro


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