A dos manos apartábamos las sombras

jueves, abril 06, 2017

Tiene tu rostro el eco de tus ojos. A dos manos apartábamos las sombras. Paso a paso por tu olor. Sujetados nuestros brazos por la promesa. Me presentabas la noche de Dios. El último beso de la primavera. Y por la tarde, me invitabas a los escalones de tu escalera.

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