.Las aguas turbias
Suben esta vez.
Brota el agua del subsuelo
Pudriendose las raÃces.
Y el pueblo porteño se aflige
Si no para de llover.
Se saturan de evacuados
Tinglados grises.
Pues los cauces entubados
No se dejan contener.
Y pronto todo está inunda.
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