el arte no me deja escribir

Te escribo mi amor de amores
Te escribo con palabras mías

Con el pincel de los recuerdos
Esculpo tu imagen incorporea

Con brocha de hierro
Dibujo to imagen encantadora

Te pienso mi amor de amores
en sueños de inconsistencias
Donde aun perduran tus promesas

Te guardo tal vez más en mi fantasía
En el oro puro de la tarde fría
Donde guardo como escudo tu cobardía

Te pecibo, amor, en la noche olvidada
En el canjeo de palabras por deseos
En el movimiento de mano traidora

Te escribo, te pienso, te deseo
En la humana tarea del deseo

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