Jose Rivadneyra Poems

And those elder men shook friendly their hands
And look at each other so sharp and so long
With the supreme knowledge of being two brothers
From this magic world that goes on and on.
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Where has that magician gone who enriched my box of dreams?
The one that became like me when my tiny being hid within his arms.
That magnificent architect of my daydreams that never spoke to me of freedom
but knew how to respect every single atom of my childhood.
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