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Onion is frost closed and poor: frost of your days and of my nights. Hunger and onion: black ice and frost big and round. In the cradle of hunger my boy was With onion blood he nursed. But your blood, candied sugar, Onion and hunger. A brunette woman, resolved on the moon, spills thread by thread about the crib. Laugh, boy, that you swallow the moon when it's necessary. Skywalker from my house, laugh a lot It is your laughter in the eyes the light of the world. Laugh so much that in the soul when hearing you, Beat the space. Your laughter makes me free, It makes me wings. Soledades takes away, jail rips me. Mouth that flies, heart that in your lips flashes. Is your laughter the sword more victorious. Winner of flowers and the larks. Rival of the sun. Future of my bones and my love. The fluttering meat, Suddenly the eyelid, to live as never colored How much goldfinch goes back, flaps, from your body! I woke up from being a child. Never wake up Sad I have my mouth. Laugh always. Always in the crib, defending laughter pen by pen. To be so high, so extended, that your flesh seems sky sifted. If I could go back to the origin of your career! On the eighth month you laugh with five orange blossoms. With five tiny ferocidad. With five teeth like five jasmine teenagers. Kisses border they will be tomorrow, when in the denture feel a weapon. Feel a fire run teeth down looking for the center. Fly child in the double breast moon He, sad onion. You, satisfied. Do not fall apart. Do not know what happens nor what happens. Poem Miguel HernándezAdditional Products