Published: 20 Apr 2025 › Updated: 20 Apr 2025
Acuarela (Poema)
Acuarela,
sucio bolero
en la tarde de oro.
Tu pelo con orquídeas.
La blusa azul,
el frenético repiquetear
sobre las tablas.
Puedo dibujarte,
plasmar cada ángulo que ofreces.
Es la vida esta danza.
Donde no me perteneces.
Déjame mirarte,
plasmarte sobre el lienzo.
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