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Thursday, April 28, 2011


by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The sober morning
put me in a foul mood.
The birds awoke me
and snapped me from my dream.
The clear sky needed
rain and clouds, maybe a
strong wind. I wanted
a fever to make me
go back to sleep and
dream again of her warmth.

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