You today, plant a piece of real poetry and dozens of poets born.
And this country of ours, pain, color, yours and mine it, we embrace with fervor duartiano, you know you write your name and honor your example honored.
Here i stay, poet, in the silence of solitude that hug for not seeing your happy place and necessary, but that you keep in the joy, short stories and poetry, naked, piercing and test of time.
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