Wilson Carrero
Poeta recién llegado
Y en el por venir de las cúpulas humanas, de mundos aparte que no están en casa, mis impresiones se hundirán en la arena y piedra, siempre despidiendo una pasada era, jurando a las estrellas de mi casa en vela, veré mi aliento ya en tanto tiempo, y mis pasos contundentes pero lentos, clamaré a continuación a jóvenes del momento, "Parto a mi morada, a mi aposento".
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And in yet to come of human domes, of worlds apart that are not home, my prints will sink on sand and stone, forever saying farewell bygone, swearing to stars that held me strong I will behold my breath so long, and be my steps but slow and blunt, will I then cry to those the young it's time to part where once I roamed.
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And in yet to come of human domes, of worlds apart that are not home, my prints will sink on sand and stone, forever saying farewell bygone, swearing to stars that held me strong I will behold my breath so long, and be my steps but slow and blunt, will I then cry to those the young it's time to part where once I roamed.
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