Qué impaciencia te deslumbra cuando asoma la vida. No hay hermoso consuelo, ni el brillo de sus dedos, ni noche fina. Va la sangre demasiado espesa haciendo contrafuego. Va el hambre desfigurando el rostro mostrando sus huesos. Ya ha sufrido la piedra todas las tempestades. Ya escribe sobre su árido rostro las cicatrices del habla. Ya se diluye torrente abajo en fina tierra buscando el fértil aluvión donde germina la vida.
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