Manlio Fabio Jurado HernŠndez

VAGABUNDO

Era de noche ……
Caminaba por el parque
Había una iglesia …
Transitaba en el lugar, uno que otro coche
De pronto a las puertas de la iglesia descubrí  entre las sombras
La figura triste de un vagabundo, de esos a los que la gente grita:
¡Pestilente! ¡Nauseabundo!
 Sin embargo ese hombre tenía algo oculto e indescifrable…..
Parecía un Cristo…….con su barba su bigote,
su cabello enmarañado………su filosofía del mundo
Y  tal vez …………….Algo Amable.
 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/09/2016.

 

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