José Luis Remualdi

Alto Grito

Yo sé que del cielo 
venía la mano
que te arrancaba el grito del pecho 
y lo subía alto, alto, alto,
¡muy alto, cantor!
Tan alto como tu entusiasmo.
Yo sé que esa mano 
es la que te llevó.
Te arrancó 
del pecho terreno cual raíz de mistol
y te subió alto, alto, alto,
para que no humilles
gloriosa tu voz.

 
 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/31/2017.

 

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