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24.12.10

Sucesión


                                                    
                                                I
                                                                                        
                                   pasos amantes
                                   de poder
                                       resonaban
                                   ruidos cortando
                                                   la intimidad
                                                        del silencio
                                  calles repletas
                                               de un caos desconocido
                                  ideas similares
                                                    nos inspiraba
                                                          la muerte
                                                                          

                                             II

                                  otra
                                  sería la historia
                                  si
                                    esos muros
                                            hubiesen
                                                gritado
                                                     los silencios



                                                 III

                                 armaron
                                 el rompecabezas de
                                                          la vida
                                 rodeando el recuerdo
                                                 el tiempo sin edad

                                 los pedazos elegidos
                                                           nada
                                                              pudieron decir

                                  qué tendrá de
                                  otra vez mi muerte
                                  este insistente olvido

                                                   
                                                                          Argentina 1986

                        I               
 
            passos amantes
            de poder
                 ressoavam
            ruídos cortando
                           a intimidade
                                    do silêncio
            ruas repletas
                         dum caos desconhecido
            idéias similares
                          nos inspirava
                                        a morte



                         II

            outra
            seria a historia
            sim
                esses muros
                          houvessem
                                    gritado
                                         os silêncios


                      III

            armaram
            o quebra-cabeças da
                                          vida
            rodeando a lembrança
                             o tempo sem idade

            os pedaços escolhidos
                                            nada
                                                 puderam dizer

            que terá de
            outra vez minha morte
            este insistente olvido

                                                    

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