READING
I do not speak of the Sun, but the moon
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that lights up forever this poem
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where a herd of children is persecuted by the wolves
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and verse sings a hymn to the pus.
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Oh impure love! Love of the syllables and the letters
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that destroy the world, that relieve it
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of be true, be there for nothing, as an stream
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that does not reflect my image, mirror of the vampire.
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of that, since the page
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goes to suck your blood, reader
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and converted into tear and nothing:
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and do you commune with the steel.
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Análisis métrico
12
Versos
10.6
Media silábica
127
Sílabas totales