Letras blancas son tus ojos

miércoles, agosto 14, 2013


¡Cómo quieres que te escriba si no vuelves!

letras blancas son tus ojos
letras blancas que destruyen la noche

Esta mesa
es ahora
un ritual sangriento.

Espera
tengo que decirte
Tengo que decirte todo lo que me han dicho los libros.

Tengo que producir todas las palabras.
La naturaleza me espera impaciente.
Su imaginación.

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