This blog owes its name:
"He was never crazy healer
ill roots All
face immense nightingale Scepter in his sallow rictus
With your memory to go around both singing hills shouting
miserere King creaturely
not had another sad its song throne
Head cliff soul of bread
My beautiful brother mine eyes
My only Christ and my twin wolf
Sosia your throat shave and do not forget
Your face tremendous naturalist extrañor
As a natural stone cathedral.
Poem, '"César Vallejo".
Author: Carlos Edmundo de Ory.
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