Prayer
No more dawns or customs,no more light, no more jobs, no more instants.Only earth, earth on the eyes,between the mouth and the ears;earth on the crushed down breasts;earth inside the dried up belly;earth pressed under the back;along the half-opened legs, earth;earth between the hands lying there.Earth and oblivion.
Next to her were her father's verses (Eduardo Carranza) and a letter for her daughter.
Sometimes I dream of her and I feel accompanied.
I leave here a
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for her.
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