martes, 9 de agosto de 2016

Poemas de juLio. David Piquero Soto





                                                   ENREDADERA

                                                         Sentirme
                                                       enredadera

                                                        que trepa
                                                          hacia ti

                                                         buscando
                                                    un sol luminoso

                                                         el viento
                                                          liberado

                                                          y sueños
                                                        que junto a ti

                                                          alcanzaría






                                                               ASTER

                                                      Que no perecieron
                                                          los encantos

                                                           de aquellos
                                                           encuentros

                                                          que mis ojos
                                                    dejaron de contemplar

                                                            que un aciago
                                                                   día

                                                             desviaron
                                                          de mi encuentro

                                                           y arrebataron
                                                            de mis manos

                                                          aún permanece
                                                                en mí

                                                          entre los anhelos
                                                            más profundos

                                                               que todo
                                                            sea devuelto

                                                               a la vida

                                                               del ser
     
                                                            mi querida

                                                               Aster.
 





                                                     AMARANTO

                                                      En un tiempo
                                                            lejano
                                                      dejaron mis ojos
                                                           de verte

                                                          en aquel
                                                           tiempo
                                                         eras joven
                                                          y dulce

                                                     sin yo conocerte
                                                           te fuiste
                                                          haciendo
                                                            mujer

                                                      deseoso mi ser
                                                    de impregnarme
                                                     de la fragancia
                                                   fresca de amaranto.

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