Some dreams they forgotThe dead birds fell without anyonehaving seen them fly or being ableto imagine from where. They were black,their eyes were closed, and no oneknew what kind of birds they were. But everyoneseized them and lookedup, at the recently and longlyinfused sky.Dark drops also fell. They gatheredin the channels of the roof, congregatedon the ceilings above their deeds;
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Poesía estadounidense: Elizabeth Bishop "Inglés - Español"
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