Tus ojos filosos, digo, son sogas verdes que me atan

lunes, septiembre 23, 2013


el amor divide nuestros ojos abreviados,
allí donde tu rostro se hace agua.

gira,
y gira la mirada.

asoma el hielo y navega
como la raíz bajo tierra.

son sogas verdes que me atan
por allí caminan entre tus pestañas.
son tijeras que me dan puñaladas.

tus ojos filosos, digo.
me cortan como cuchillos
me apuñalan

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