Rafael Rodrigo Domenech

EL MENDIGO

                                                  El pobre indigente

camina entre la gente,

tropezando aquí,

descansando allá,

hablando consigo mismo

al andar.

 

Intentando olvidar

con vino a granel,

recién salido

de algún tonel

sus días de soledad.

 

Al pobre mendigo

no le queda ni un amigo

con quien poder compartir:

su queso ya rancio,

su andar, su cansancio,

su miseria y su dios.

 

Y al nacer un nuevo día

partirá sin rumbo y sin guía,

su sombrero y sus sandalias puestas,

¡y sus penas a cuestas!.                        

 


                                                                                          © R. Rodrigo 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 18.07.2008.

 

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