Pa linda noche esta noche triste, esta noche de hojas secas. Es entonces, que la desordenada lluvia amorosa hace espuma amorosa, impaciente, encendida, deslumbrada de amor y brillo. Fuiste tú mi consuelo, cierto y entendido, corriendo por mis manos, por mis dedos, a veces, sangre, a veces carne, siempre cierto. Fui yo hombre del te voy a escribir palabras en piedra para que queden en el centro de la tierra.
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