Juana Molina lentiisimo halo

You are not coming yet, you are not coming to me yet.
Although there are still others,
not you, none like you.
You are coming on the way.
Something needs to reach me,< br/>You haven't come yet, you haven't reached me.
Still, what about that rhombus-shaped halo?
I'll wait for you among the stones at the bottom.
I want to show you what I'm hiding.
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