Env�e esta p�gina de Aguafuerte a un amigo
| Federico Garc�a Lorca |
Adam | |
A tree of blood soaks the morning where the newborn woman groans. Her voice leaves glass in the wound and on the panes, a diagram of bone. The coming light establishes and wins white limits of a fable that forgets the tumult of veins in flight toward the dim cool of the apple. Adam dreams in the fever of the clay of a child who comes galloping through the double pulse of his cheek. But a dark other Adam is dreaming a neuter moon of seedless stone where the child of light will burn. |
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Federico Garc�a Lorca |
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Adam Derechos Reservados 1976-2014 � Dr. Gloria M. S�nchez Zeled�n de Norris.
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