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(Sonnet white)

Tired and shipwrecks and other troubles,
of such wave parked on my side,

of siren songs impossible
to row on the counter on every corner.

so sick of all for nothing ...
replicates the flags of my verses,
botavaro romances with sonnets,
endechizo the bow from the mist,

winch a final elegy,
descuarteto the ropes of the sails,
course my high in the club of the damned,

declárome a riot against myself
and proclaim, perversely, to love
as an outlaw in all of my ties.