las palabras

mis palabras
largas, cortas, incompletas
se pierden en la claridad de la noche
detras de las sombras
bailan, juegan
desempeñan su papel de esclavas
dictadoras de mi pensamiento

mis palabras
las viejas, nuevas
desnudas bajo un reflejo
incomprensibles como un latido
indipensables en mis largas noches
manipuladas día a día
calificadas, explicadas

mis palabras
cansadas, repetidas
vestidas de negro o de blanco
en la luz o en la oscuridad
marcando mis existencias
un inventario de momentos

mis palabras
inertes,
elusivas en sus movimientos
evaden mis pensamientos
huyen, se escapan

mis palabras
fugitivas
me han dejado su silencio.

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