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mother poem

usted está claro
dígame
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
una vida en la onda del océano
cuando miraba en sus ojos
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
solitario y solitario
no éramos muchos
no sea falso
vi la primera pera
con alegría y maravilla

 



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