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With a pen camouflaged,
who lost a boss,
I wrote these four letters
to let them fly
as would the poet
that, escaping beyond,
escape the madness
breaks everything and goes
flying counter
to breathe.
Flying counter,
breathing freedom.

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Tan solo sound flashes,
and kings
or aces,
break the deck today.

Poems of Manuel, my father, in his book “Herederos de Babel”.

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