Thursday, April 13, 2006

De tu muerte






De tu muerte, nacería algo oculto
cuyas manos me ahoracarían lentamente.
De tu vientre, ya no volverían sonidos mudos
en cuyos lazos, dormiría eternamente.
De tu fin, amanecerían todas las pesadillas
incluso aún las no soñadas.
De tu olvido, volvería mi pena
de que te olvides de mí, de que te olvides de todo.
De la vida en general, escaparías sin mí
y de todo pasado y futuro.

De tu muerte, moriría yo
porque la muerte es de a dos
porque en vida somos uno.

(Pintura: Head, Francis Bacon)

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4 Comments:

Anonymous yo said...

te amo

4/15/2006 1:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

donde estas?

8/30/2006 4:01 PM  
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9/20/2006 2:50 PM  
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9/27/2006 1:50 PM  

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