Manos sin raíces caen al agua

domingo, septiembre 19, 2021

 Manos sin raíces caen al agua, aterrizan en lunas nuevas como ventanas plenas. Sí, puedes mirar y escuchar la noche. Y hablar suspirando. Abrirle la boca al tiempo. Abrirle la boca a las sombras. Pintar los árboles como inmensas mariposas. Su vientre del vuelo futuro. En su ceremonia del vuelo alrededor de las alas ondulan los páramos. 


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