temo perder el otoño
no sé, tal vez no vendrá,
se ha quedado abrazado a un mes a un día
enojado de tanto abismo
se ha secado amarillo-frío
en su inhabitada cordillera
amor deslumbrante sí pienso en ti,
mis pasos son tiempo de rojas tejas
oro-verde sobre el tejado de hierba
resbalón del tiempo
y un puente duerme aburrido sobre una orilla
puente puente puente verde, y agua,
sus dedos de ranas
sus ojos asustados recuerdan
la suavidad de tu pie desnudo sobre su espalda
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