Antonio Justel Rodriguez

La herida

¡... ay, quién pudiera construir una gota de luz ardiendo que instruyera y sanara el corazón !

porque ya pasaron los diez mil carros de guerra,

y legiones cantando,

y estandartes,

tambores,

pífanos,

vivas...;

... y, sin embargo, uno podría tocarse frente y hombros y sentirse llorar,

oír retazos de cielo caer,

ser cubil de vértigos,

abstraerse,

diluirse,

huir,

desaparecer en medio de un reguero de toses y piedras marchando, rompiéndose y cayendo;

...y es que ni siquiera, ni siquiera mi propia compasión me asiste y justifica.

 

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