viernes, 28 de octubre de 2011

                                                                      El     
                                                      espacio, todo afuera,


     igual al pensamiento: una                                                   nos conoce, abre las puertas de   
                    única humildad                                                   par en par, las


                                                          de las llegadas y
                                                              partidas, mi
                                                 hermano, empuja suavemente.









               Tantos umbrales                                                           adentros por cerciorar: no
      de la vacilación, tantos                                                           busques más, un


                                                         aquí extienden los
                                                            mundos sin fin.









                                                                     El
                                                         desierto, sabes, el
                                                            desierto brilló
                                                         la fe de un hombre
                                                                  errante.
                                                                                                                                             


                                                


                                                             
                                                                               
               



   

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