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y vos vas por la vida llamandolas locas...


El poema
Versión (muy libre) de un poema de Li Po (701-762).
Todavía no han regresado.
Y nosotras, tenemos que cuidar unos pañuelos,
blancos como nuestros cabellos,
para los amargos días venideros.
Sin ustedes a nuestro lado,
esos días serán muy tristes.
Por eso juntamos nuestras fuerzas de mujer,
y cantamos tan fuerte, que quizás lo oigan.
Llegando el estruendo a través del aire.


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  4. cuando lo vi me emocioné,¡una buena loco!unas smanitas bravas, la voz del indio fue una palmadita en el alma.

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