10. To Lugonis and Luco (the first version at least).
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«Like the gentle wind
that calls the leaves
to lose its color,
in autumn will fall
my lilies and your roses».
Written for the fic "Pétalos rojos entre lirios blancos (Yes, I put the title in Spanish)" but was discarded at the last moment. In spirit, this poem still talks about Luco.
