Emilio Puente Segura



Millones de años,
millones de vueltas,
siempre el mismo,siempre igual,
pies que pisan cuellos,
cuellos, que se dejan pisar.
Éste loco mundo,
cargado de gánsters,
flores, buitres,
y hadas...como tú.
Millones de Lunas,
millones de Soles,
siempre el mismo, siempre igual,
mis dedos, rozándo tus labios,
tus labios, que se dejan besar.
Este loco mundo,
cargado de años,
vueltas, Soles,
y Lunas...como tú.


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