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DESPIERTA -

Despierta del umbral del sueño amada mía,

ya haz visto la lluvia caer y mojar tus ropas sin enjugar tus lágrimas,

mientras tus pies descalzos se pasean sobre la balustrada de piedra,

y sigues en tu andar sin rumbo fijo.

 

Tus ojos entreabiertos, rehusan el despertar y prefieren sumergirse en la tranquilidad,

ya haz visto las figuras de porcelana resquebrajdas y bañadas en lluvia,

y las rosas que tan hermosas son bañadas en tus lágrimas,

hasta ellas lamentan tu tristeza.

 

A que se asemeja tu sueño con tu vida preciosa mia?

ya haz visto a los gemelos con sus ropas finas y su buen hablar,

mas no disciernes la fantasía de la realidad,

en un sueño del que al parecer no quieres despertar.

 

Había copas de vino en los marcos de la ventanas me decías,

había alegría vestida en música, en cantos, en esperanza,

ya haz visto y aun así no disciernes,

ya haz visto y no quieres despertar para hacerlo realidad.

 

Despierta amada mía de tu profundo dormir,

camina las calles sin que nada a la vista este borroso,

vestida de alegría, vestida con perlas de lágrimas de felicidad,

porque la planta que verde había sido, florece de la raiz.

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