son como petalos de rosas
que caen una a una
y adornan la vida
pequeñas perlas transparentes
que ruedan por el rostro
y descienden al infinito
espacio
salen del alma
suben hasta los ojos
y como estrellas brillantes
alumbran la vida
con la humedad
amorosa de la sensatez...
A veces son de amor,
de alegria o de tristeza
a veces por un adios
a veces por una bienvenida
y a veces simplemente
son lagrimas de nostalgia
por un ayer que se fue
y que nunca volvera.
Hay lagrimas por una madre
o un hijo
por un amigo
o un conocido
lagrimas que lavan
el alma con el dulce
pesar de un suspiro.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, May 4, 2018
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