Ákos Szolcsányi

Secarse

tan inmóvil como un trono

de otro mundo o de ninguno

toda mi ropa secándose

el estado fijo y duro

de velas indiferentes

el contorno vago y puro

de este tendedor escueto

sosteniéndola en el punto

sumergido bajo el aire

un bloque sin mí sin uso

tan ligero limpio seco

en un cuarto blanco y curvo

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 26.02.2014.

 

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