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concrete poetry

un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
amo robar un rato lejos
el eliminar, luchando vainly
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
era no para ese olor singular
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
como va un hombre desnudo yo
en septiembre
felicidad
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
soy fevered
ciudad que no es una ciudad
he tenido un miedo en mi vida

 



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