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El campo
De olivos
Se abre y se cierra
Como un abanico.
Sobre el olivar
Hay un cielo hundido
Y una lluvia oscura
De luceros frнos.
Tiembla junco y penumbra
A la orilla del rнo.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,
Estбn cargados
De gritos.
Una bandada
De pбjaros cautivos,
Que mueven sus larguнsimas
Colas en lo sombrнo.


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