The wind carries away the angel
of mischief at dusk
while life seeks an exchange
to prevent the soul from suffering.
It flies endlessly through the air
wishing to land in Buenos Aires
beside the mate and sing with Verdaguer
to forget sorrows without shedding tears.
It walks in uncertainty
the surprised face, cinnamon skin
when reality rings the doorbell
and announces the arrival of Angelica.
It's not two opportunities
that you now hold in your hands
they are destroyed by idleness
while we forge the pain.
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