Higueras verdes de primavera

viernes, marzo 09, 2018

Era amplio y grande el sendero que me acercaba a ti, y profundo el abismo sin fondo donde caí. Fui peligro ante tus ojos, higueras verdes de primavera, tus ojos, sombra. Fuiste el peligro de la vida, agazapado en tu deseo. A veces, tuve que esperar el momento. Nuestros encuentros bailaban. Era preciso llegar a las horas íntimas. Entonces yo bailaba en tus manos. Era verano, y tu nombre se me repetía como un recuerdo en cada palabra que se presentaba a mi mente. Ya nunca más en mí hubo silencio.

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