Ensayo


Me ha dado por des-habitar en el mundo
desde abajo.
Por simular que no respiro
y que no temo a que me invadan
gusanos y raíces.
Me ha dado por ensayar que ya no soy,
sin saberlo,
y que nadie me llora desde arriba.
 

lh

 

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