martes, 22 de noviembre de 2011

                                                                      Tú

                                     labras:                                                    torno
                       hacia, junto, en                                                     del libro alzado por


                                                           un rabo de fortuna.









          
                                      Pero                                                         viene
                la ninguna maravilla                                                         en pancartas de


                                                          electrónicos coágulos.









                                                             
                                                                       Lo
                                                               ensordecedor
                                                             está en medio: tú
                                                            tienes que llamarte.

                                                                      







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