Ventana tumbada

martes, noviembre 26, 2019

Estábamos mezclados en el agua. Reflejo de sol. Ventana tumbada. Era mundo de domingo. Duermes. Amargo como hierba. Hojas de savia seca. Manto viejo que hace sombra. // Bajo ti, contigo, con-mí, piel calentita. ¡Ay, buen olor! Campo fuerte. Plumas. Jara. Llueve. Llueve como si nunca hubiese llovido. Fango en las botas. Masa húmeda de tierra, roja.

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