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Juguemos, respondo.Entonces traes el bate y la pelota,
yo, mis manos llagadas.
Tú marcas las bases.
Yo marco mis sueños.
Tú pondrás algunas reglas,
yo me haré un ovillo en la hierba.Quieres jugar… me dices.
No puedo evitar el sorprenderme
doy vuelta a la pelota y al camino.Y finalmente me percato de que,
todo el tiempo, jugamos a cosas diferentes.
Si llegaste hasta aquí, pues dame un me gusta, ¡bien sabes que es verdad! O compártelo en tus redes sociales, para que tus amigos se enteren. O rebloguéalo.
Pero si realmente te gustan mis poemas, anímate a apoyarme en serio y compra mis cuadernos de poesía:
Los mapas del tiempo
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El rosario del hombre de ceniza
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Thanatos y Eros, Editorial Primigenios 2021