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If possible, I would tell
a silent story
of colors and in summer
passed... I would give them dreamy and
magnetized fantasies
possible in stories
br/>impossible colors
I would be born from the water
where I nest in shelter
the rainbow
I would reach my ages
and I would have my busy days
there would be like this woven some
summer so that
winter would not come
they say that the world
has to die of cold
My story began
bubbling with blood
of a poet
he clarified his riddled word
suddenly it is my eyes
the mirrors were erased
in my eyes
they have cried for their victories
his dreams in my eyes
his wounds
he was dying he was dying
a guerrilla between my eyes
he was dying
the silence and the mirror are long now
br/>that makes my mouth bitter
every day
they say that the world
has to die of cold
In others
they will sing
the rainbows
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