Tinta, sangre, l\u00e1grimas y semen,
se condensan y engendran
un nuevo ser desconocido;
un poema que emerge
sin saber muy bien porqu\u00e9 se engendra.
La pluma cruje y llora cuando roza
y vierte la semilla,
mancillando los poros impolutos,
c\u00e1ndidos, del nuevo pliego
que despierta, se estrena y se estremece.
Y va surgiendo ese inc\u00f3gnito ser
que hablando va consigo mismo.
Y no obedece, y grita, y chilla,
y se afirma hasta sentirse aut\u00f3nomo.
Se desliza y escapa de mi mano
sin decir lo que yo quiero que diga.<\/p>\nMe rindo y abandono la mano
dej\u00e1ndolo que fluya. Y, al final,
apenas si comprendo
sus razones de ser, de estar presente.<\/p>\n
\u00bfA qu\u00e9 viene su risa, cuando r\u00ede?
\u00bfA qu\u00e9 su llanto, cuando se torna triste?
Pero el poema es rebelde, se declara sincero
y dice lo que \u00e9l quiere decirme. <\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Octavio Fern\u00e1ndez Zotes.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Publicado por Octavio en 00:46:00 . s\u00e1bado, abril 18 18 comentarios Tinta, sangre, l\u00e1grimas y semen,se condensan y engendranun nuevo ser desconocido;un poema que emergesin saber muy bien porqu\u00e9 se engendra.La pluma cruje y llora cuando rozay vierte la semilla,mancillando los poros impolutos,c\u00e1ndidos, del nuevo pliegoque despierta, se estrena y se estremece.Y va surgiendo ese<\/p>\n
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