Poesía

                                                          Los días y las noches
                                                          suenan
                                                          en estos mis nervios de arpa

                                                          Vivo
                                                          de esta alegría enferma
                                                          de universo
                                                          y sufro
                                                          por no saber encenderla
                                                          en mis palabras

      
                                                                                                                   Giuseppe Ungaretti


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