Poema (GESTO)
Eso define un mensaje plateado.
Estos son los signos de las horas que pasan
Dejando su leyenda en la cara.
Tristeza y felicidad encarnados
Como el tranquilo Giocondas contando fortunas.
Estatuas con ojos inmóviles
Con el flujo de la historia a través de la piedra.
La tierra tiene gestos de paisaje
Que el hombre natural puede sentir
El cielo guiña un ojo.
Lleno de sonrisas
Ese hombre no recibe.
Hay un gesto por la tarde.
Serio, dulce, triste, doloroso, árido,
Eso nos definiría.
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