maestrairma

CANDOR

Eres el eco de tu voz                                                                                                                    que se oculta                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        en el laberinto insaciable                                                                                                  de la inocencia perdida.                                                                                             

La quimera rota                                                                                                     suspendida en el dolor                                                                                                 marca las altas horas                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             cuando perdidos en mi océano                                                                                                                                                                                                        navegamos.

Soy el eco de tu voz                                                                                                       que se despeña de tus ojos;                                                                                        espejo de tu alma                                                                                                            donde anidé los sueños.                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Hoy son muros                                                                                                                       encerrando la tristeza,                                                                                               idílicos recuerdos de una noche                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     de aleatorias estrellas                                                                                                     sobre terciopelo negro 

En que el roto frío por tu calor                                                                                                        me cobijó  las ansias                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             de lo vivido por primera vez.                                                                                                                     



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