Pequeño Poema de Amor
las estrellas y la noche
los trajes de la muerte
Todos los pasos del hombre se pierden
los salmos y las aguas del cielo también
ninguna estación venero
invierno o verano es igual
para volverme un arqueólogo del diecinueve
maravillado en el valle de los relámpagos
donde los hombres somos pequeños y adorables animales
y así te diga
adiós bandera de país lejano
te recuerdo
que las mariposas son palabras de colores que vuelan.
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