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En la austera penumbra
violines cantando;
en la seda verdosa,
mariposas y lirios.
Mientras ella danzaba,
en paredes de tela
se ha acostado la sombra
de una rama de acacia.

Cual mujer-bombonera,
en mesita elegante;
como blancos gatitos,
como niños jugando,
sus minúsculos pies
golpeando el tablado.
Una abeja dorada
fue su nombre en los labios.

Yo prendido en lo ajeno;
derramando sus flores
con extraño artificio,
ella hablaba y hablaba.
Embriaga la mente
con palabras extrañas.
Se diría que el Sol
de su patria brotara.

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