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  • Muy bien,
    ponme tus ojos en unos cuencos
    por favor,
    que los voy a comer
    a cucharaditas de plata.
    Así fríos,
    como si se hubieran caído de un soplo.
    Y seguro que saben;
    a miel derretida;
    a sol poniéndose, en el último rayo de buenas tardes;
    a yema de huevo, hecha natillas;
    a gota de lluvia, turbia y tibia;
    a helado de lo que quieras;
    a bomba
    y a tempestades.
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