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déme el hambre
quizás
nuestros momentos agradables vuelan
para la verdad, para el amor
dije
rosas y oro
caĂ­do tan
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el Ăşltimo
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmĂłvil
era no para ese olor singular
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión

 



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