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[dipsoma]

when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say my name,
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.

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Al triste

[mujer_violin]

Y nada de eso importa. El resignado
ejercicio del verso no te salva
ni las aguas del sueño ni la estrella
que en la arrasada noche olvida el alba.