Trilce XLVI
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Trilce XLVI
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La tarde cocinera se detiene
ante la mesa donde tú comiste;
y muerta de hambre tu memoria viene
sin probar ni agua, de lo puro triste.
Mas, como siempre, tu humildad se aviene
a que le brinden la bondad más triste.
Y no quieres gustar, que ves quien viene
filialmente a la mesa en que comiste.
La tarde cocinera te suplica
y te llora en su delantal que aún sórdido
nos empieza a querer de oírnos tanto.
Yo hago esfuerzos también porque no hay valor
valor para servirse de estas aves.
¡Ah! qué nos vamos a servir ya nada.
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Noel Nicola performs "Trilce XLVI", and this lyric page sits inside the Noel Nicola catalog on LyroVerse.
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