Atendiendo a los versos propuestos de la poeta Gabriela Mistral (“Vamos hacia el mar/ que devora al Sol”), en el llamado del Club de Poesía correspondiente al 8 de junio de 2022 (ver enlace), ofrezco mi

Look at the tone of the trickle in the dungeon. The garrison in the dungeon. The whole day, moving all the grazing in it, unknowable legs, all sorrow on the sorrow of sorrow, I am happy with all the tiredness.

More mad people arrive at the fair, Nobody jasane and crazy near you. A coconut garland, There it is watering, Karang, he Again, Hari says, In the dust A madman, Drove the race to the non-native, ran and