Libro de poemas - Federico García Lorca

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Viento del Sur, moreno, ardiente, llegas sobre mi carne, trayéndome semilla de brillantes miradas, empapado de azahares. Pones roja la luna y sollozantes los álamos cautivos, pero vienes ¡demasiado tarde! ¡ya he enrollado la noche de mi cuento en el estante!

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