Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
[...]
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar street
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
-Tom Waits
La Noche Buena - Manuel José Othón
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*A Pepe Dávila*
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¡Qué frío en el campo!
¡Qué frío en la calle!
¡Qué frío en la tumba donde eternamente
reposan mis padres!
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