En el borde del camino hay una silla,
la rapiña merodea aquel lugar,
la casaca del amigo esta tendida,
el amigo no se sienta a descansar.
Sus zapatos desgastados son espejos,
que le queman la garganta con el Sol,
y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo,
que le seca con la sombra el sudor.
Escrita por nuestro compañero Eduardo.
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