Iraultza Askerria

Soneto en métrica descendente


Abrigo hecho de estrellas, arrópame en tus manos;
en tus manos, mi príncipe, de nuevo hazme dichosa,
dichosa como el sol, como una mariposa,
mariposa que vuela por los montes canos.

Profésame el calor de los veranos;
veranos de lujuria indecorosa,
indecorosa pero dulce rosa,
rosa, el ídolo fiel de los paganos.

Hazme tuya, vida mía,
entra en mí como la luna
penetra noche sombría.

Un alma, una;
cual noche y día,
cual niño y cuna.

 

 

Iraultza Askerria

http://iraultzaaskerria.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

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