Nudos de viento

domingo, diciembre 29, 2019

 Aullidos somos de dolor. De la necesidad adversarios. Fundidos en la duda. Y cuando catástrofe, metamorfosis. // No quita que aún siendo de tierra pongo en ti la belleza. Espejos en tus labios. // Nudos de viento. Los cielos desatan. // Vivas manos las nuestras. Libres del temblor.

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