Una niña ha muerto
Abrió los párpados
en esta orilla aún dormida
Socavó tu tierra
Adhirió matices a mi boca
La palabra se acunó a nuestro costado
Latió violenta,
Indefensa,
Decorada
Por mariposas artificiales.
Como de un ovillo se desprendió la hebra
Roja, viva, punzante.
Cálida
Tejió sueños
Los míos, los tuyos
Los nuestros.
Mariposas alimentando
Nuestro ovillo.
La oscuridad
Arrebató el latido
Y el silencio
Se posó sobre todos
La vida había muerto.
Las mariposas se desprendieron
Los párpados se cerraron
Suspendieron la hebra de mi ovillo
Azul… tenue… extinto…
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