Con la lengua en el amor

domingo, febrero 16, 2020

Con la lengua en el amor. Constancia de lágrimas. Refugio de la entrega. Un franco silencio jugando a me quemas. Con tus buenas manos, me quemas. Me veo en tus ojos desaparecidos, largos como una gran crecida de torrenciales aguas cristalinas de las alta y blancas montañas. Se inundan allí todos los males. Juran no volver; porque ya míos no los quiero.

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