I know a song and strange giant announced in a dawn night of the soul, and these pages are from that song cadences that the air expands in the shadows. I would like to write, man taming the unruly, mean language, with words that were at one time sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is to fight, no figure capable of shutting him up, and just, oh, beautiful!, If, having my hands on yours, could, hearing, cantártelo alone.
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