No. 3
No. 4
A thread, a stroke trembling
from here I think your stem,
the umbilical cord that binds you to the branch
slender, proud, indifferent to the
views are lost beyond me and you. Agitated
seem to want let go, break
sturdy green stem and plan
grabs you about me, beyond releasing your spirit
eternal leaf, leaf
light green green indefinibles
y envidiada por la luz y el viento,
confieso, también por mí.
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