Zero Right To Peternal Property

Poem By Chan Mongol

Ana, Anita, cigarrillo y sonrisa
Luz que entra, manos largas
Qué bonita esa cola, coleta,
Qué bonita mirada limpia,
Qué triste verte sufrir.

No sabes, tantos pasos dan
Mucho que pensar.
Te enredaste en mis cosas
y aparecías cuando levantaba la vista.
Encima de los riscos eras
Luz que entra con manos largas,
Cigarrillo y sonrisa,
Cola, coleta, mirada limpia.

Estabas en los dibujos de las paredes
Mirando, conmigo al filo de caer.
Eras la luz de casa,
Este tiempo serán recuerdos tuyos.
Ana, Anita, ya estarán verdes los campos.

Comments about Zero Right To Peternal Property

Beautiful, lyrical image …
Qué linda la poema, tan lleno de carino y tristeza. Me gusta mucho. Magda

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