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Hurok

 Flight on the gray cloud

That it darkens the footpaths

Of the death and I watch in the end…



In far a shade one moves

Quiet between the fog

And the emptiness that It surrounds it.



A tenuous howl

But imposing like the thunderclap

It is listened to in the sky…

And a low angel Between clouds

And the fog to Footpaths of the death…

It is a signal

And hurok crosses The first footpath without watching back,

Without watching the emptiness.

For a moment it oscillates

Its glance on its shoulder

And that one shade

 It dissipates between the fog.

 It had the thoughts

More violent for a moment

Hurok is chosen to

War against the north.

The way grows dark

 Without course, their eyes bleed

 The winter congeals its steps

 And in the dark it waits somebody it.

 Flight on the gray cloud

That entenebrece the footpaths

 Of the death and I watch in the end….

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