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a lo largo de una orilla
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
ste es el arsenal
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
una vida en la onda del ocano
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
hace tres aos hoy
truely

 



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