"Mientras dure la tierra, sementera y siega, frío y calor, verano e invierno, día y noche, no cesarán." Génesis 8:22
Quizás no fueron las pausas
todavía suficientes,
puede que mis fuerzas negras
precisen de más cariño.
Pero mi sed, bestia grave
sólo presiona a mi pulso
hacia el horror de mi rostro
exhibiendo sus roturas.
En la cicatriz me calmo,
como un Francisco que horrible
se place en la lepra vil,
y en mi soledad de hielo
—ajeno a mentiras sosas—
recuerdo el nombre: Yo soy.
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