future when I shall bring you
slept like a log on your shoulders dark.
still come down from heaven the light that lives in joy in the field.
and sound in the air
the dream of the birds.
and tend the land from the shadows
her maternal arms. Although I
gratitude, oh friends. And every step
chest remember walking
hours that took the heart you.
Alejandro Aviles
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From: http://sehadetenidounpajaroenelaire.blogspot.com
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