As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
#neruda
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Las tres aves del mar, tres rayos, tres tijeras
cruzaron por el cielo frío hacia Antofagasta,
por eso quedó el aire tembloroso,
todo tembló como bandera herida.