Amorosamente tuviste la espera. Esa que se ignora, no sabe de tiempo y es idiota. Pretendía que fuera tiempo, aire compartido con el agua; tal vez tierra de entusiasmo, o tumba, o flor-mariposa, un pez de hojas... de hojas verdes como a veces es la primavera. Pretendiste el torbellino de mis manos secas, una gota de lluvia cayendo, noches eternas; un temblor de piruetas, un alma navaja, de las que rajan las horas.
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