Cae el agua frágil sobre la fuente de los sueños

sábado, septiembre 04, 2021

 Cae el agua frágil sobre la fuente de los sueños. Gota a gota marca la letra del tiempo. Máscara del dolor. En los pasos del tiempo. Recorridos vistos como fuentes. Cada comienzo. Clarividente. Entonces, tú, divina, a mi prestada, predicha y clara, por ti fui adornado. Portado en el ultraje de tus brazos. Desfallezco allí, a contra mar.


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