Joan Vivancos

Confesión VI

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">Ya casi te he olvidado si te pienso,

<span style=\"font-family: \'Nothing You Could Do\';\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">igual que un espejismo que lejano

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">flota sobre las dunas en lo inmenso

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">del desierto a mercedes del solano.

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\"> 

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">Me recuerdo contigo como un menso

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">siguiendo tras tus pasos, un mengano,

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">un torpe reconozco muy propenso

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">a lamer la ilusión de aquella mano.

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\"> 

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">Pero lo cierto es que fui un lazarillo

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">andando siempre al filo de tu sombra,

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">sin ciego, sin mandato y sin consuelo.

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\"> 

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">Contigo nunca anduvo quien te nombra

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">sin senda, ni vereda ni pasillo.

<span style=\"font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: xx-large;\" data-keep-original-tag=\"false\" data-original-attrs=\"{\"style\":\"\"}\">Vivía en fantasías, no en el suelo.