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Con la pérdida, nace

Posted on 21/01/201707/03/2022 by Lo.cura

Algunos esperan
que el cielo se parta,
escucharlo tronar
y que la tierra se abra,
todo con un sonido desquiciante
que parece
el grito del universo
al derrumbarse.

Pero no se parece en nada a eso.
Cuando algo terrible ocurre,
cuando las jóvenes flores perecen
y los corazones se rompen,
nace más silencio.

Algo se para.

Es imposible decir
El Qué,
pero de pronto,
todo está callado;
una melodía
– que nadie más
podía escuchar
– ha desaparecido.
Se ha marchado.
Y no volverá.

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Creative type with a focus on writing and, sometimes, digital abstract art. I can't muster enough energy to be fully myself, but, oh well... Life only happens once.

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Creative type with a focus on writing and, sometimes, digital abstract art. I can't muster enough energy to be fully myself, but, oh well... Life only happens once.

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