They
twins different
pair of incandescent lights to red, and blanch
they orbit around the star
spectral Cloud
deep sometimes aimlessly lost
return
Lantern
distant bright light
near warm melancholy
between horizons cold Southern Cone are
amid gray clouds
sad colors flowers without perfume
hours cold and temperate
empty tables and chairs without meat
My glasses that light amber
infinitely lonely brothers
miss them different brighter
arid Atacama Desert
which
By María Cristina Rodríguez
August, 2010 .-
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