A UN AMIGO

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                                                               A UN AMIGO...

 

 

 

 

                                                               No sé si recuerdas

 

                                                               aquel hombro amigo

 

                                                               que te tendió la mano,

 

                                                               aquel que un día

 

                                                               en tus llantos de amor

 

                                                               intentó secar tus lágrimas

 

                                                               y curar tu corazón.

 

                                                               No sé si recuerdas

 

                                                               aquellas tardes solitarias

 

                                                               de invierno, en las que esperabas

 

                                                               la llamada inútil

 

                                                               de lo que no existió,

 

                                                               y entre la esperanza

 

                                                               de lo que no viviste

 

                                                               escuché tus palabras

 

                                                               de triste perdón.

 

                                                               No sé si recuerdas

 

                                                               tus ojos oscuros 

 

                                                               de mirada perdida

 

                                                               buscando en la sombra

 

                                                               tras un frágil cristal

 

                                                               la figura perdida

 

                                                               que no te quiso mirar.

 

                                                              

 

                                                                             

 

 

 

 

 

                                                               Y no sé si recuerdas

 

                                                               mi soledad de un día  

 

                                                               cuando la puerta alguien

 

                                                               me la quiso cerrar,

 

                                                               y tu amigo de tus penas

 

                                                               en horas compartidas

 

                                                               olvidaste mi nombre

 

                                                               sin saber la verdad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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