Una vez reinó la arena en los pozos

martes, mayo 07, 2013



Mi ciudad tiene un puerto-paso-de-aves
tengo un puerto, tranquilidad y mucho tiempo,
tiene dunas variables a través del desierto,
y muchos árboles en las colinas,
una vez reinó la arena en los pozos,
desbordaban palmeras y altas montañas de arena,
una vez bordeé un oasis,
era un valle de alambre,

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