La Llorona

April 2, 2013

Anda vagando la Llorona, alma que como sauce, Deprimida y cercas del río, desahoga sus penas. Ay, señorita, el cenzontle, que en mil canciones, lamenta La pérdida de sus ocelotes y selvas tropicales. Sigue perdida la Catrina. Del cazador, esclava Despilfarrada, y presa. Captada por su fruto, sin Nada en retorno. Parásito que no permite alzar Sus manos. Lagriman los glaciares, carentes de un fin. Desde las montañas, ahí viene arrastrando, en piso, Los costales. Un velo de un diluvio sin alivio. Y el olvido de la gente, que cree que es simple lluvia. Palabras en el viento parlan que somos insensatos. “Son sordos,” repudian los llantos. N’el follage a lo Lejos, sofocando en llamas, Llorona de negra, no mueras.

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rreynaJun 12, 2013

Sigue escribiendo colega! El español lo tenemos que presumir.