Under the arch of the sky on a clear plain
trees tremble and penumbra
large flocks of storks and
tails waving in the dark.
In a horizon of shouts
emit a long cry
What is sadly vibrate
The long strings of wind.
chained to a thrill A girl walks
has the heart of living flesh
And a gun in his right hand. At one time not too far
That quiet girl
filled with light the streets, talking to the stars
and sleep safe in the home garden.
Under the arch of the sky on a clear plain trees and shadows tremble
and large flocks of storks
tails waving in the dark
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