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Monthly Archives: July 2020
Hora de apagar las pesadillas
Hora de apagar las pesadillas y encender las estrellas hora de detener la ignominia e incendiar el mundo ¿para qué lo queremos si nos está prohibido sonreír, abrazar, cantar, bailar? Todo lo que nos hace humanos atrapado tras un trapo, … Continue reading
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Sabor a mar, saber amar…
Tu sabor a mar confundía las olas de papel caracolas en tu piel arena de ilusiones en tus pies alguna estrella equivocada de cielo hacía bucles con la seda de tu pelo el rugir sediento del viento devoraba uno a … Continue reading
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Poesía que germina…
Poesía que germina en los rincones más áridos de la existencia es la resistencia del alma es el niño que llevamos dentro peleando la tormenta de ignominias que desborda el vaso de agua de la conciencia combatimos la metralla de … Continue reading
