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E. León

In the air - a strong frost and needles.
Put on padded and fur.
To toil in our snowdrifts with his bag –
better deer, Bactrian camel than.

In the north, if they believe in God,
how in the commandant of the prison,
where we all kind of side namyali,
but only heard, that gave little.

On South, where rare white precipitate,
believe in Christ, because he - fluent:
I was born in the desert, Sand-straw,
He died too, hear anything, not at home.

Remember now the bread and wine
a life, I lived in the open air,
to it and then to avoid arrest
land - because there is more space.

December 1994

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