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Window A pretty word, window. Window: the wingbeat of the yellow butterfly. Two carelessly painted wooden shutters open out, clumsy blue window. I jump in and out of you, ride you like a horse, my foot dragging the ground. Window on the open world, from where I saw Anita, expecting, get married, Pedro Cisterna's mother urinating in the rain, from where I saw my love arrive on a bicycle and say to my father: I have only the best intentions regarding your daughter. 0 wooden-latched window, child's play for thieves, peephole on my soul, 1 look into my heart. 15 ...

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