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VICENTE GERBASI
Funeral of a Friend
Candelabra in my grief
The friend lying down in his
old custom of dying,
he doesn’t see anymore,
he doesn’t hear anymore,
integrated to his bones
when everything changes with the
night.
He’s surrounded by files of
women,
Heavenly light,
where eternity devours us.
[From Retumba