INVISIBLE ARTS
You who sing all my deaths.
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You who sing what you don’t trust
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to the dream of time,
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describe the house of emptiness to me,
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tell me about those words dressed in coffins
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that inhabit my innocence.
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With all of my deaths
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I surrender to my death,
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with fistfuls of childhood,
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with drunk desires,
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that didn’t walk under the sun,
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and there’s no early-rising word
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that gives death reason,
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and there isn’t a god for dying without a grimace.
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Análisis métrico
14
Versos
7.6
Media silábica
106
Sílabas totales