Se ocultan los
Recuerdos
Me asaltan en
Las no noches
Cual ladrones
Hambrientos
Y me escondo
En mi almoha
Me refugio
En el sueno
Y por unos
Segundos
Me entretengo
En tu cuerpo
Pero la noche
Es corta
Y de pronto
Despierto
Y vuelven
los ladrones
A rondar
Mi memoria!
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