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I have fear. The afternoon is gray and gloom of the sky
opens like a mouth of the dead.
It tears my heart a princess
forgotten in the bottom of a deserted palace.

I have fear, "And I feel so tired and small reflojo
that evening without meditate on it.
(In my sick head has to fit a dream
and in the sky did not fit a star.)

However, in my eyes there is a question
and there's a scream in my mouth, my mouth does not scream. There
heard on earth to hear my sad complaint
abandoned amid the infinite land!

the universe is dying a quiet agony
without the party of the Sun or the green twilight.
agonizes my Saturn as a penalty,
Earth is the sky black fruit bites.

And the vastness of the void are blind
clouds in the afternoon, and lost boats
broken stars they hide in their cellars. And

the death of the world falls on my life. Pablo Neruda