Gusts and whistles from the past
Moan inexhaustibly as
Timorous souls rub hands pityingly on a
colossal sin.
Tranquilly avenging freedom’s failures,
Hidden men drum miracles on tin roofs
And bundles of faults granted charm.
Escorted on excursions with gods and
Vague women in an anxious country of
assassins,
Secret friends and keen bandits are fishing
for final pearls.
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