short poems
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short poems
The best work of God... you
How many times comes to my memory
That you permitiste not ever that solitude was my companion.
How many times you preferably not sleep
to know that he was healthy or out of danger.
How many times sacrificaste your time, your figure, your tastes
To derive them in me.
How many times your eyes refulgía pride and love
When I referred you.
How many times preferably thousand times be brought for my sake,
and had me.
How old they are, adding all the moments
You lived not more than for me
How many times a mansa pigeon
You become a Wolf,
defending your puppies even at the cost of your life.
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