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he echado el mundo
hombre frío severo
por completo de rasgones
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
escrito en una noche del vuelo
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
sobre el río hacen señas a mí
en la medianoche
la luz retirada
soy el viento que duda
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas

 



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