José Luis Rodriguez Bravo

Azahar...quizá

 
Replicando vivo al aire
Discutiendo con el jazmín
y las flores
Me habla la hierba pisoteada
que rima en asonante con felicidad
Y no como
ni respiro
ni bebo
más que otros sentimientos
 
Absorveré tu mente
La tiraré en el mustio
polvo
La vejaré y
 
cuando ya el alma se despereza
haciendo crujir la noche helada
 
brillará una estrella
en la lonzatana

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 26.04.2006.

 

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