I told you one day I met him personally, just a little while, one day he came into the Athenian riojano.Crucé few words with him very cordiales.Recién had read his book 101 +19 a collection of poems old some new, and was at the point of candy which is when you like something muchísimo.Se I told him and also told her that I identified a bit with my writing, logic and abysmal saving distancias.Tuve the gallantry of planted my first book (I have no shame) on the table and gifts, and who does not want the murió.Me cosa.Meses then felt a little guilty, sure to read my poems and he was siempre.Y strength to give it that before and when I left, his eyes were very lively. What would he think of that book? What things ....
I leave a poem, so many good that I like him. FUTURE
future call you because they never come.
They call you: come,
and expect you to get a gentle animal
to eat in your hand.
But you stay beyond the hours crouched
nowhere.
! Tomorrow! And tomorrow will be another quiet day
a day like today, Thursday or Tuesday,
anything and we hope that
still, still, forever.
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