Hoy me ha sobresaltado
tu nombre
la memoria de tu risa
mitad niño
semi hombre...
y me he preguntado:
por donde andaras?
que nueva sendas
recorres hoy...
cuantos dolores
llevas a cuestas...
cuantos temores
corrompen tus sueños...
y te detienen
te sobresaltan...
obligandote
a abandonar tus sueños
y a convertirte en uno mas
del monton...
Otro mas que no puede
que no quiere
que no busca
levantarse
y luchar
y pelearse
a puños
con la vida
hasta triunfar.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, April 29, 2013
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