For the children of the late
miscarried in the waiting,
emblematic of the knees that throw
even in the skeleton gnawed by time.
For the black girls that sell the look
and the reason for running naked after the canvas.
It's early afternoon in children who stunned by
fondling his mother's death are resigned ...
lying The beauty of your eyes ...
The black fury of your passion,
As the story twists its accents and beams
rejuvenate the river washed
yesterday is only a diffuse spot in the wind we can succor
dying to meet
water baptized for forgiveness unjust men ...
Maria Antonia Segarra
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