Compás de espera
El punzante pitido de la alarma
desgarra mis últimos sueños,
los más blandos…
Una taza de café,
el primer cigarro,
náuseas,
portazos,
olvidos.
Quisiera saber qué siento.
Ninguna emoción responde a mi pregunta.
No hay ninguna que consiga
hacerse dueña de mi tiempo.
Mi voluntad vaga
sin encontrar suelo al que agarrarse.
Contemplo en silencio
y después olvido.
No hay palabras que medien,
las emociones dormitan,
se desliza mi tiempo…
Contactar con la autora: ruizmaribel[at]msn.com
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