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1866 baudelaire charlesbaudelaire colombia desde2020 francia interpretaciónalespañol lesbos lesépaves markushormaza rebrotebaudelariano samaelhormaza samaelmagnum soneto traducciónalespañol

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE, Lesbos, Les Épaves, Paris - France, 1866.
SAMAEL HORMAZA, Lesbos, Rebrote baudeleriano, Bogotá DC - Colombia, 2024.
Versión traducida al español.
Atribución del texto: "Creative Commons Épaves (Baudelaire, 1866)" por Charles Baudelaire Wikisource (FR), usado bajo CC BY 4.0 / Versión interpretada al español.
Atribución de la ilustración: "Sapho" by Charles Mengin, 1877. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Email: samaelmagnum3000@gmail.com
Website: https://hormazamarkus.wixsite.com/rebrote-baudeleriano
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1866 baudelaire charlesbaudelaire colombia desde2020 francia interpretaciónalespañol lesbos lesépaves markushormaza rebrotebaudelariano samaelhormaza samaelmagnum soneto traducciónalespañol

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