The Sea Inside

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MOSAICO

patronas que repiten
desde el rincon mas intimo
hasta lo mas conocido
grande, grande es el reflejar
chiquito, chiquito, todo quisiera analizar
muy adentro, lo politico
muy afuera, mi pensar




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