El don de no ser visto

Joan Vivancos

<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">A los que no dieron la vida
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">y con ella la muerte.
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}"> 
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">Les imploro.
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}"> 
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">Dadme las alas de las aves,
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">la fruta prohibida.
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}"> 
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">El don de no ser visto.


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