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Monday, June 10, 2024

LASTRE QUE SE ECHÓ

Hace aguas la tarde,

gota a gota.

 

                                                                                                                  Gasas       

 

                                                               Siento un cuchillo de hielo,

                                                               un témpano.

 

Derrame de sangre que se riega,

que riela

 

                                                                                                                   Alumbre

 

El sol araña

entre jarcias eléctricas 

                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                   Reverbero

                                                                                                                   sobre los       

                                                                                                                   estribos                                                                                                                                                 

 

Una boca vidriosa babosea                                                                 

suero y cartílago

 

                                                                  Ha salido una bruma.

                                                                  No veo nada.

 

desde un paralaje de eclipse y zozobra,

hacia un horizonte de aluminio

y ceniza

 

                                                                                                                     Suero                                                                                                    

 

y cartílago

 

                                                                   No veo,

                                                                    no

 

Lastre que se echó

asíntota a la ventura

cae sordamente

y desaparece

 

 

 

 

 

 

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1 comment:

Gilbert said...

Super Bien !!!.

June 10, 2024 at 6:29 PM

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