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happy birthday poem

las verdades tremendas éstos sean
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
poco parque que paso a través
una pluma del acero
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
de nuestros lugares ocultados
las viejas canciones
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
apenas ahora
hace mil años silenciosos
no me quemo ningún incienso

 



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