Espantajo Vindicador

 En un castañal, maese Espantapájaros marca el compás por encima de un atril con notas de cereza ejecutadas al pífano por un pastor de cabrones balantes bajo un vuelo valiente de cuervos que dominan el espacio. Entre tanto, ante su umbral ornado de madreselvas y lirios, un anciano en vanguardia afila la anual guadaña, como si lustrara con el cierzo un mar de fondo de sirenas y kraken.

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