Perdon. Me he equivocado.
No eras tu.
Espejismo barato.
Me retracto
y me retiro
Agradecida al viento
que murmuro
en mi oido
Secretos
Un poco tarde
pero algo a tiempo
Y me suspendio
en el aire
Para amortiguar el golpe...
Disculpame vida
por ser tan torpe!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, June 3, 2019
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