from life itself,

clings to its shores, by dawn

of my country.

(whose name I wont let out)

to fill me up

the spider book

I wont go clothed

in which thought

touches the feet, the thighs,

The whole of night

by mountain firesides.

and Rodriguez calls,

send books back to their shelves,

I dont come out

feed on rough weather,

has laid poisonous wires

The oceans surge is calling.

with dust in my shoes

love I learned in a single kiss

Book, let me go.

when saying all their say in my song.

to Tocopilla.

the chalk ribs

exciting h藏书网appenings,

to trap the juvenile

our ocean

No book has been able

with typography,

when fighting with them,

out of earth and men.

books,

I got a telegram

or was ever able

and circling fly.

Copper ignots

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with heavenly imprints

books of forest or snow,

to wrap me in paper,

as if it had excited a guitar.

I learned about life

to work the burning metals

I open life.

to bind my eyes,

they devour

I love adventurous

or to eat smoked beef

my poems

have not eaten poems--

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Among the islands

Night time.

Im on my way

it wakes up singing

in volumes,

but hate

I come out of books to people orchards

The wind

calls me

with the hoarse family of my song,

faltering cries

depth or sky

I hear

of collected wo99lib.netrks,

except that I have lived

from the "Mine" Union

and could teach no one anything

and the one I love

and dig their food

expects me in Bucalemu.

free of mythology:

slide down sand-pits

throbs with fish,

with something in common among men,

Im going down into the streets.