I want to sleep the dream of the apples
to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
I don't want to hear again
that the dead do not lose their blood
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
but all must know that I have not died
there is a stable of gold in my lips
I am the immense shadow
shadow of my tears
I am the immense shadow
shadow of my tears
I am the immense shadow
shadow of my
tears
.
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