Lourdes Pérez Nëel

CASA DE CAMPO

Agua tranquila y oscura,
viejas barcas mecidas
por el débil soplo
del viento de invierno.

Un sauce llorón,
con sus ramas medio caídas,
parece querer acariciar,
el agua de la orilla.

Caminos polvorientos,
apenas concurridos,
por varios solitarios,
que pasean en silencio.

Viejos árboles torcidos,
ocultan de las miradas,
el cielo azul, casi limpio.

Y allá a lo lejos,
se elevan los altos edificios,
de una gran ciudad
ya materializada.

Son horas de tranquilidad,
de paz espiritual,
en que una se olvida...
...de todo lo demás.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 19.05.2010.

 

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