Cada palabra
corre el riesgo de ser
ésa que sobra.

Thursday, July 16, 2015


Tu ausencia agrieta
mi suelo. Tu no estar
me des-sostiene.

.....

Mi semitodo
sin ti, mi semivida,
mi semiyó.

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