Vivir intransitable en ese espejo negro de la vida sin borde

domingo, agosto 25, 2013


Vivir intransitable en ese espejo negro de la vida sin borde
donde cae tu cuerpo cada mañana.
Tumba de día para enterrar el pozo de la oscuridad.

Y si miro a la lejanía
lejos se ve ella misma.

Y si miro al fondo del campo
se hace un principio de primavera.

Caos oculto de la vida.

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