La templanza del vino

sábado, noviembre 10, 2018

Toda la noche nerviosa. Ama la noche apacible, suave como siempre, como dijiste. Corre la mañana abrasadora. Corre como la templanza del vino. Quiero verte aunque estés perdida, y yo perdido, y la esperanza y la vida. Quiero entregarte las horas, las horas pensando en algo insondable. Eso pasa en la confusión cuando vienes del abismo.

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