Apenas el viento guarda nuestras dudas;
nuestras preguntas que el corazón golpeaba
y retornaban rendidas, dentro siempre
en el fondo de nuestros cuerpos de arena...
Apenas dura la hierba como la vida.
En un susurro de sed; arena, arena, ...,
sólo arena en el desvelo de los días.
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