Irina Samoila

Por verte reir

Algo me impulsa a escribirte,
Mas bien, no se si es correcto,
No se muy bien si es soneto,
Que importa, si oirá reírte.
Te contare en unos versos,
No se si doce o catorce,
Seguramente me sonroje,
Pero me muero por tus huesos.
Ni bien ni mal ni mal del todo,
Buscando excusas pa”que rías,
Mas no es fácil inventarlo.
Y sin juntar antologías,
Pa” que me sirvan de ayuda,
Me invente este soneto para alargar tus comisuras.


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Published on on 11/17/2016.


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