.[are. Iorio]
El tormento del vino artificial
Y su atmósfera parrillera
Anestesian la conciencia común,
Que transcurre su infancia
En la tierra estomacal
Masticando esta siniestra heredad,
Prisionero estoy en mi ciudad natal
Donando sangre al antojo de un p.
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