A Dormir - (poema)

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A dormir

Alivio. Encontré un espacio
en mi, en las nubes,
en la ironía y los recuerdos

es un refugio
soy Yo, calmada, descansada
respiro, y lloro consolada
escale, agarré, perdone,
y las estrellas me hablan de mi,
de mi nombre, de los pasos de mis pies,
de cuando fui una mariposa y un lobo
de cuando encontré un tesoro entre el lodo

escondite preciado, rebuscado,
que estaba mas cerca de los pensado

llegue a casa , sane y ahora las estrellas
me cantan otras canciones, 
las que se cantan cuando el dolor 
por fin se fue a dormir.


-slm 9/22/08




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