Tus ojos me miran en la pregunta

jueves, junio 20, 2013


queda en mis manos un nacimiento
estos ojos mirando

queda la ternura
crece

vacila y crece

bullen mis manos paradas
como un conejo blanco

tus ojos me miran en la pregunta,
sin ellos no hay retorno

tú sabes nocturnidad,
habitante de lo oculto,
distinta única

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