domingo, 7 de mayo de 2017

No existo (o papel maché)

No puedo tocar gente en sueños,
no puedo sentir su piel.
Cuando te toco siento papel maché.
No recuerdo haber sentido tus labios. Tus dedos raspan mi piel.
No existo, me respondes con una sonrisa burlona en la boca.

Yo te sonrío estúpidamente y sigo mirando el atardecer.


Escrito el 27/10/15
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