TEMPESTAD

El viento pastorea las nubes,
eriza la yema de los dedos
a latigazos, abre el cielo:
¡Galopa la tormenta en su apogeo!
me embriaga el olor de gardenias empapadas
rueda una lágrima por la mejilla,
huella abismal de tu ausencia entre los truenos…
 
Alejandro Chao Barona
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