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A Yamit Oscar for his friendship and true walk.

And not a single man

to understand the reason the song live ours.

JOSÉ HIERRO

disposes as if we scale the sky

That morning we bought wine, steal poems,

And let the frost and fog adjust the body to the wonder of a God

Escondido in our hands.

Last Let's bus stop in front of the curtain

clouds

were clearing the roads,

Stilts had rain the day in an effort

And we dreamed a cacophony childhoods.

Each path of my country is a vein recebo uncovered

That always surrounds the landscapes as if they were primitive display trophies.

cottages with fireplace drawing messages of unity and love sleeping

and trees playing hide and seek with the wind began

drunk a bottle in and soon, as three bandits crazy

A stumbling danced, circling happy all farmers .

One of us cried until dad grow packages hidden in the pines

As if it were just strange treasures for our hunger;

Your

bore hysteria giving us the mountain moisture nuggets of pure air

And lungs were filled with wings.

Another looked like a monk lost in Eden,

a beacon indicating the direction of moss between

eyes and her hands and her figure seemed to make our picture in the Abbey the drunkards.

I started to find eggs

dew and cold ask for the softness of their frailejones

every day seem more nests of the feathered creatures invisible to the rest;

looked like an angel lost naming things with the sound of the streams.

All we were given that day whether to laugh off the abracadabra need to love the world.

The night found us hugging, walking and singing elves returning mine.