Eduardo Dip

Crujiente, el alma.

Como un follaje gris
crujiente, el alma
flota en el final
de algún principio.
Encuentro el tiempo,
el que me deja ver
si lo que he soñado
concluye en algo
y así volar a él.


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Published on on 09/27/2012.


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