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Respuesta:
Not the sun, but the sudden pale bulb illuminates
the artificial matter of death.
The infinite space of a single agony,
the sudden broken shapes
in a thousand pieces of violent life
On the livid surface of gray
Not the sun, but the pale
electric cold bulb
horror that gave birth
the coagulated gray of Guernica.
No one can tend on such a dream
the cloak of the night,
silence such a cry,
such a lamp extinguish
that lights up
the explosion of endless death,
the inner chamber where you can't
rest or die in the gray Guernica
the memory.
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Not the sun, but the sudden pale bulb illuminates
the artificial matter of death.
The infinite space of a single agony,
the sudden broken shapes
in a thousand pieces of violent life
On the livid surface of gray
Not the sun, but the pale
electric cold bulb
horror that gave birth
the coagulated gray of Guernica.
No one can tend on such a dream
the cloak of the night,
silence such a cry,
such a lamp extinguish
that lights up
the explosion of endless death,
the inner chamber where you can't
rest or die in the gray Guernica
the memory.