No s si usted es vivo o muerto. Puede usted en la tierra ser buscado, o solamente cuando se descoloran las puestas del sol estarse de luto serenely en mi pensamiento?
Todo est para usted: el rezo diario, el calor sleepless en la noche, y de mis versos, la multitud blanca, y de mis ojos, el fuego azul.
Nadie era acariciada, nadie me tortur ms, para no igualar el quin me traicion para torturar, no igualar el quin me acarici y se olvid.
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