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White Cow

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Of a love that passed, like a landscape seen

train when you travel;

of a romance than a month in a shelter

the plain, a woman left a child.

She died, and opened a grave

and there put the human waste,

and a blue dome on a slab

was the mausoleum: the sky above the plain.

And left me a little

well as large and fine flour,

with eyes like a dream for

and the labyrinth of Chinese.

I came from afar to see him. had

the long eyelashes, I stared

and showed me the bald language under the gums,

with a mischievous

Rogue says: "What these people see me?"

was hungry. I walked in den in den

buying their milk to the baby alien.

Every time I was a girl

with some gula you looked at the breast.

There were six women:

were five daughters and a crone.

breasts were ten to pleasures

and two, they were useless.

I went through the yard and found the door

the white cow and its calf killed.

And it came to me the white cow,

a star on the forehead and a cross on the thigh.

My child was snow, his beef with ermine;

by her calf, I gave my child.

And was that awakening in the morning,

when broken sleep

the lowing of the cow in the window

and the short order was milking.

And that mouth on the nipple Pendant

and watching that cow, meekly

and then the front

the forehead, and the cow was licking his forehead.

Today we buried him. Wine

fever, and in two days I was. On the way

I found the cow for land albariza

approached him nurse away your pain.

We both came over and stood looking at me;

hurt in the forehead was stoked the star,

remote and his eyes seem to speak

the pain he was to lose my calf.

And the mother and all

plain as I had, I was on the plain ...

The cow looked at me ... I looked one way,

I felt the anguish out his hand.

Poema Andrés Eloy Blanco. (Venezuela).

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