In the plains
That I see the animals in the meadows,
Of the deaths in ambush, the jackals,
The eyes so hungry and hungry
And in them surely you reflects
Where in aridity there were sources,
Where not seen winds
Just now actions terminals
Horses galloping in vain loose horsehair,
Demons in satanic orgies,
And when you realize heresies
Smile among the mists, more cruel,
And everything fading away, in sanguinary
Moment where the fear is required
Woven just as only in rage and bitterness.
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