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An afternoon

A grim, cold afternoon at winter

Students learning

Still raining against the glasses

It's classroom. A poster shows

Cain as outcast

And Abel is dead, alongside a bloodstain

With an empty and sound bell

The master yells, a book on his hand

And a choir of infants

Singing the lesson

A thousand times houndred, hundred thousand; thousand times thousand, a million.

A grim, cold afternoon at winter

Students learning

Still raining against the glasses

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A poem by Antonio Machado. He was a member of the intelectual and cultural movement known as Spanish 98rs.

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