Desnuda boca

domingo, septiembre 22, 2019

Refugio de tormentas. De desnuda boca. De fondo, a veces, ceniza. Cenizas de memoria de palabras no reconocidas. Crecen en tu cuello de viento donde los nudos se disuelven. Soga de la vida que evita la caída al fondo de las entrañas. Donde allí se ahoga el amor que no se ha dado.

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