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Chau, number three ...

Although initially I was sad because Mario Benedetti produce no more .... I'm happily resigned today because I still have, as always, through his writings on the Internet that people admire and hang up. Its sensitivity romantic touched the woman who lives in me and in gratitude, I make this little tribute to him, which probably is, there "... in your sleep on the network, waiting for your eyes ... watching"
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Chau to number three

Mario Benedetti

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c I leave on your life

your work

your people

with your sunsets

and your sunrises.

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Planting your confidence

leave you with the world

defeating impossible

safe without insurance.

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I leave oceanfront

descifrándote single

blind without my question

broken without my response.

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I leave without my doubts

poor and badly injured

without my immaturities

without my seniority.

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But neither believe

blindly all

not think, ever think

this false abandonment.

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least I'll be where

expect it

eg

in old tree

of dark nods.

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I'll be in a distant

horizon without hours

in the footprint of touch

in your shadow and my shadow.

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be vested

in four or five kids

of those that you look you

and then follow you.

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And hopefully I can be

of your dream in network

waiting for your eyes

and watching.

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you, Mario Benedetti, yet bold, with all humility and with all your heart where you sow your romance, trying to give you something, how much you gave me.

"Writer"

Ita Mex

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feel much sadness

in my sensitive heart
Not that you ever loved

as himself admired.

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Your lyrics touched my soul

made her shiver and I felt happy because

know you live pulsating

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Here on earth shared

but never have looked,
... as if sharp,

repeated read ... enjoyed.

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I admit ... I'm selfish,

want you here, writer ..
and my spirit

is not alone in mourning

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Uruguay is mourning the planet

the birds, the premium ...
white papers,

blacks became

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The ABC asks

who combine their lyrics to create and recreate

your ideas.

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So when I read your art,

writer
political, intellectual,

the romantic, the sensitive

know me ... rather "we"

... part of you left us

your intelligence, your judgments

love you lived, your soul

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strewn across

all that textual heritage

screaming from books

your, your, great writer!
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Vives! ... Your spirit lives

although no body have
And you will live,

while you read humanity.

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page, there's plenty on Mario Benedetti,

here