Sent铆 fr铆o; era el fr铆o que ten铆an en tu alcoba
Tus mejillas y tus sienes y tus manos adoradas,
Entre las blancuras n铆veas
De las mortuorias s谩banas,
Era el fr铆o del sepulcro, era el hielo de la muerte
Era el fr铆o de la nada." nocturno III"
vive y deja vivir
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