5 January 2009. Gray skies--furrowed clouds. Surcado, as in fields--the dark plow lines on loam.
Figure on horseback, Cafrune perhaps. A man of the people--del campo--chambergo folded back, his long reins. A vial of earth from Boulogne-sur-Mer, he was carrying to Yapeyú...
Zamba, de mi esperanza
amanecida como un querer
Sueño, sueño del alma
que a veces muere sin florecer...
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