Geométrica

martes, noviembre 12, 2019

Ángulos vienes. Cuando me dejas en la escuadra de tu cuarto, parado e inmóvil como una rectangular mesa que hace de rincón ocupado. Se ajustan las patas a la losa sin tocar raya formando rombo. Sube una hormiga creyendo que es árbol o rama. Busca migajas en mesa aún sin olor ni feromonas. Desastre de esfuerzo rampa abajo.

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