I have, is well known,
a sad
erythrocyte discoid, tiny.
That one day in the battle
transport and delivery
has lost meaning. The biconcave
not imagine ever
extreme desolation. Today his days
vanish,
and almost spherocytes
has been empty.
So go through life, my poor globular
childless true,
without reticulocyte ...
marrow to inert capillary
way
the life slips in pale
final.
I offer very poor
sideremia dire and he gives without hesitation,
tireless, relentlessly
diphosphoglycerate.
Living with the minimum,
with weak, lean
the transfused to my soul,
(the future so shy)
illusory miracle recipes and oxygen.
senility of his life extinct
in the final stretch of their divorce
haem ... I coo, I observe
and sang to him the sweetest
that such words have been told:
"Diaforático king oxidoreductase "
the forgiveness of your days
I crowned my empty.
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