VIRABU

Hojarasca

                                       

                                                              E

                                                              n

                                                             un

                                                            

                                                            país

                                                          tostado

                                                  

                                                   las  hojas  secas

                                                tiñen  de  polvo  sus

                                            

                                            caras  es  ese  su  camino

                                          el    del     errante,   amantes

                                       

                                       del   viento    dejan     penetrar

                                       sus    venas,   en el    suelo   las

                                       

                                         grietas  gestan y serán paridos

                                           tras   arribo  de  lo  incierto

                                       

                                            nuevos cúmulos de nada

                                                    donde nacerán

                                                             

                                                             de

                                                              n

                                                              u

                                                              e

                                                              v

                                                              o

Aurelio Nuñez