poema

                                                                                                                                   
Si te apagas y sólo                                                                                                     
das luz intermitente.                                                                                                   
Si encuentras un milagro                                                                                           
en medio de la calle                                                                                                    
y de todas las direcciones                                                                                           
el aroma de los aullidos                                                                                                 
hace que te arrodilles                                                                                                  
y te laves las manos                                                                                                    
con gestos o palabras                                                                                                   
que olvidaste tirar a la basura.                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                     
Si a solas sangras y la herida                                                                                       
sana pero se cierra                                                                                                       
con ese dolor dentro,                                                                                                   
con la luz y aquel milagro.                                                                                          
                           Amor mío.