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The smallest is a mystery
And the sacred so simple
The cry of the nopales
Next to the hussar of death.
When the coyote knocked on your door
Howled misguided notes
To the ravaged shadows
For the dream of the righteous.
You can not lock
The sun under a bell
It can not be postponed
The appointed time
It may be one of those days
Your last battle
Or that we larvae become adults
And do not go through the lock
The heart passing a tunnel
Dark as a shipwreck
Die still and not after
Searching without remedy.
You can not lock
The sun under a bell
It can not be postponed
The appointed time
The labyrinth of sleep
Where the memory demons are lost
You can not lock
The sun under a bell
It can not be postponed
The appointed time
The labyrinth of sleep
Where the memory demons are lost
The labyrinth of sleep
Where the memory demons are lost
Of the memory
Of the memory
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