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para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
levantado de los muertos
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
sobre-habi'a preparado el acontecimiento
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
la luz retirada
hice una pausa el marco abierto
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
de piso al techo
revuelva
soy una mujer

 



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