Joel Fortunato Reyes Pérez

FRAGANTE OBOE... (((Neohermética)))

FRAGANTE OBOE
(((Neohermética)))

Nadie más me dirá lo mismo.
¡Lo juro!.
En el globo demasiados
hay minutos inmensos
y el agua es pura
ruina de sol
montaña sin voz
en mi pequeña rueda
sorprendida luz morena.

¡Nadie lo sabrá!.
La flor está dormida,
muerta la noche,
despierta alfileres,
del aire sofocados.

¡Oh!. Alquitrán sin hilo,
dientes y pestañas,
el silencio es añejo,
nada me queda,
el asfalto duerme,
féretros polvo y sirenas,
de cables
río ries seco
enmudeces al silencio
insepulto osificado.
 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11/18/2017.

 

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