enlunado
I find the fugitives grasslands drunkenness
My downfall is a powerful cry of farewell
The disease is insurmountable and the Jew who was hiding
began his wandering by between the holes in the fog
I lay no lips to speak like waves
But I insist on knowing that I wind.
I caught the precise sound of the foam,
of fireflies burning silence
spoke to me, remorse bag
revelers that my strange sadness
what I talked about founding the voice of the autopsy
and reached the limit to recognize that only uttered a cry ;
each voice carries a hangman's noose,
a terrible corner,
a berth where hungry pelicans dwell tragedy.
exile.
A kiss
A
forgotten is what is missing.
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