Lyrics:
izarse las estacas como verga cimarrona. Ahí estabas, tu sangre desecada, tu fruto y tu semilla. Movías aun el garabato final de tu columna y ahorcada
anatomía anciana ya desecada. No existe justicia ni duelo para estos fantasmas. Y los tabiques observan entre chanzas el escarmiento de un necio que
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