La concha de tu madre
Que los borrachos duelan su cántico azul
su pan de tristeza, su mansedumbre violeta
igual que el diente del vino carcomido.
Que los sudados beban sombra del árbol
follaje y el barro, …
Que los borrachos duelan su cántico azul
su pan de tristeza, su mansedumbre violeta
igual que el diente del vino carcomido.
Que los sudados beban sombra del árbol
follaje y el barro, …
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