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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Renacer
Hay que renacer de la pena de las cenizas volverle a poner alas a la vida, no importa cuántas penas sean, el mundo no es un camino de rosas ni de espinas pero puede ser una herida larga una noche … Continue reading
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Elegy for my dead son, Adrián Alfonso Lamo
I do not know why you left in the prime of your life Outside the winter burned the skin and the bare trees healed their wounds. I walked your steps and your hallways I hugged your neighbors their warmth filled … Continue reading
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Elegía a mi hijo muerto, Adrián Alfonso Lamo
No sé por qué te fuiste en la hora prima de tu vida afuera el invierno quemaba la piel y los árboles desnudos sanaban sus heridas, recorrí tus pasos y tus corredores abracé a tus vecinas rebozaban dulzura lloré frente a … Continue reading
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Alquimista de lo abstracto
No quiero empezar más vidas, las que tuve fueron suficientes, fui nube y floté, lloviendo aguaceros de deseos, fui tormenta y combatí un ejército de dragones polvorientos, fui rayo y trueno y escribí palabras brillantes y obscenas en el firmamento. … Continue reading
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