Silvio Rodriguez Miscellaneous cold of the forest I am.
All the tops prostrate themselves in order to exist;
if they did not do so, they would have to die undone,
and that wind that brings death is you.
You are the flame that embraces the flower
and the violence of the fierce hurricane,
the dark shadow that follows my love.
Why, why do you continue, say,
br/>killing this love that you leave.

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