Sweet cold that attacks my soul like ghosts that cannot be seen, But they are there on my skin, where original sin becomes the infamous cold that devours nature, that is written with words of very infamous white fish that devours everything, and you don't see it, it only feels, beloved cold cleanses My flesh with words that the wind carries to Rosa in the warm and nourished soul of summer, cold where where does the Horizon recede where the sun dies and is reborn, dark cold where are the trees without leaves, where the silence is to the animals that do not sing that sing the sun, infamous silence only cold invades my heart, where my soul raves in poems that dries the trees like the cold that dries everything it touches.
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