Anoche por recordarte,
no he concluÃdo mi poema,
pensando en tus tiernos ojos
se me fueron las ideas.
Y no supe de que hablar,
si de otoño o primavera,
o de una gris avenida
con hojas amarillentas,
o de un camino profundo
bordeado de madres
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