Now, where God was fire,
he spoke pain , cries the void.
Antonio Gamoneda
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tree When I dreamed of summer
to breathe slowly and cherish my children.
burned them, and I
I dropped the caress of the branches.
I choked with pain and closed the leaves
not see my ashes fanning the ashes.
was well ... as my sap also preserved, although no
gushed children.
(It's summer Take care that no more fires!)
Happy holidays!
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