De repente eres marioneta
en movimiento; luego,
cortas los hilos.
Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez
por Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez | May 24, 2011 | Narrativa | 2 Comentarios
De repente eres marioneta
en movimiento; luego,
cortas los hilos.
Beatriz Giovanna Ramírez
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Bellos versos Beatriz.
Aunque mi experiencia juegue al poker
con los acólitos de Mefistófeles,
aún me siento marioneta,
con los hilos llorando realidades,
con los huesos por fuera de la carne,
aún vuelo en la maleta de ese mago
con una ala cortada y masacrado,
dejándome comer por sus diez dedos.
Salud y Libertad… Poeta.
El movimiento de la quietud. Intenso.