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You were freedom, a liberator in love.
You handed over gifts and debts, an idol, challenging respect.
The shadowy owl became frightened when your rich hair grazed the darkness.
And housetops remained clear; umbrellas shimmered.
The houses changed their clothing.
Winter was transparent.
It was Manuela crossing the tired streets of Lima,
Bogotá's night,
Guayaquil's darkness, the black suit of Caracas.
And since then, daytime has prevailed.