.El muelles va recorriendo el arrabal
cuando está bien le encanta saludar>
camina a saltitos, cruza sin mirar>
pero a veces le ves
solo e inmóvil, sin hablar>
ni la lluvia ni freud,
le saben despertar. él dice que hay un ángel en el pan
un ángel de levadura, harina y sal.
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