Roberto Tejada Biography

Vulnerable therein & perfectly
relinquished by statis,
object always of my
natal, crepuscular desire,
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We'd often
been included in
the weather, whose
changes (as in the
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There is someone who knows.
In no beginning
was there just one language
nor did the surface gleam
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When from my counted days I think of
times still owed to me by tyrant love,
and my temples anticipate a frost
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When I stop to consider my calling, remark
the places a wayward temper impelled me
I've found in light of where I wandered lost
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