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[tras la ventana, el amor]

Tras la ventana, el amor

vestido de blanco, mira.

Mira a la tarde, que gira

sus luces y su color.

La begonia sin olor

sus verdes hojas estira

para mirar lo que mira

tras la ventana, el amor:

la primavera, surgida

del pico de un ruiseñor.

Written by

Ángel González

1925-2008 / Male / Spanish

LinesWords: 1046

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