Confesión VI

Joan Vivancos

<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.

  • Autor: Joan Vivancos (Offline Offline)
  • Publicado: 3 de mayo de 2026 a las 04:40
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  • Lecturas: 2
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