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Poem

WALKING Walking, walking. Let me hear

every grain of sand that I pressed. Walking

. Let
behind horses,
I want to be late
(walking, walking)
give my soul to every grain of land
I'm rubbing.

Walking, walking.
How sweet entry in my field,
immense night that you fall! Walking

.
My heart is a haven;
what I'm already waiting
(walking, walking)
and my foot looks, warm,
heart I will kiss.

Walking, walking.
I want to see the faithful of the road crying
am leaving!

(Juan Ramón Jiménez)