árboles y más árboles se agitan o despiertan y su
frescor abunda con la sangre es tu pelo de noche
hay albricias de ti pájaros suaves y tormentas sin
fin como tu cuerpo cuando cantan los gallos
y tiemblas y
la madrugada te revuelve los rostros

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