Tuesday, December 27, 2005


I threw my books behind the times
threaded on my names
 gave way to the horsmen of this land
kneeled down with solemnity
lift up the eyes
don't give me then in mariage
 to  the fine dust in the air

hid the memory
I fear that cities drive me away while I detest exils
hid the memory
I am only the shadow of others
since I became the myth loving the simple heart

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