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sad love poem

ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
a alguno los dioses gordos
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
en y encendido
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeńas cosas
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
noche misteriosa
todavía trece ańos

 



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