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grandma poem

porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
voy mi manera complacently
las sombras de las naves
éstos sean
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
una niebla conducía abajo
repentinamente, fuera de maneras oscuras y frondosas
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
ésta es la nave de la perla
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
hay aumentos para todas nuestras pérdidas
una vida en la onda del océano
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad

 



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