Desequilibrio


Cristales rosados emanan de mis labios
en forma de estrellantes danzantes;

millones de ojos tristes te observan desde lo alto,
mientras finges sonreír
cómo el hipócrita que eres

no quiero verte,
me repugna tu silueta de ave

prefiero regresar a mi sueño,
pues es mucho más agradable
que contemplar tu rostro mentiroso.


April 2011

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