Cada vez que te tengo

martes, junio 20, 2017

Cada vez que te tengo crece mi fe en el amor. Crece como la bondad de tu cuerpo en silencio. Me tienes la desesperación retenida en tu boca. Tienes mis labios con su torpeza. Y mi memoria grande se borra. Se borra el dolor solitario. Crecen las horas y mis manos. Viene el grito de la vida.

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