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The dead man is hungry.

Well, because they are hours of invoking spirits;
dead that live to enjoy
the penalties that did not burn,
the faults that did not heal.

Bottles of rum for everyone!
I give you,
let's get drunk
Serve us all vodka with coconut water.

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Let's make a circle of candles;
of sexual rites;
glasses of water.
Swallow wilted butterflies.

Come and I pray a verse,
a prayer that revives your most carnal desires,
those that are born of allegories
and they die of loves.

Another drink?
Or a tobacco?
Put fruits on the dead,
who is hungry

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Poetry.

Written by Manuel V. Martínez R.

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