Maria Teresa Aláez García

Madrugada1

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A pasos quedos  va la madrugada.
A  pasos reposados,
a  pulsos frescos.
A quejumbrosos pálpitos de duelo
por la caída altiva de la noche.
Latido falso y  desolado ritmo.
Con la brisa marina en su pañuelo.
Con el semblante albino por el sueño
y el tacto de la luna.
  
Con paso hueco llega la madrugada.
Va recogiendo llantos y  desvelos.
Tranquilidad recorre en su camino
entre el brillar del sol
y el devenir del tiempo.
Al universo abre la madrugada.
risas de luz,
caricias de silencio.
 
Pernelle. 16 de abril de 1.998.
 

 

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