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martes, 6 de marzo de 2012

HAIKUS Y TANKAS

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HAIKUS                                                                                    

I                                                                                                 
Alma perdida                                                                          
Entre el verde follaje                                                              
Amor irreal.                                                                             
                                                                                                  
II                                                                                             
Noches de frío. 
Mi soledad espera                                                         
en calles negras.                                                                     
                                                                                                   
III                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
Una nube gris                                                                          
Flota entre tu corazón                                                           
La nube soy yo.                                                                            
                                                                                                  
TANKAS                                                                                                   
                                                                                                  
I                                                                                                   
Beso en aviso                                                                                                  
Con el roce de tu piel                                                                         
Inalcanzable                                                                                                  
Amada entre las jaras                                                                                                 
Tu alma será al fin mío.                                                                                                
                                                                                                 
II                                                                                                  
Lloros de muerto                                                                                                
Sonidos de ultratumba                                                                                  
Cuerpos podridos   
Los arboles sin sombras
Alumbran la penumbra.                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                   
III                                                                                                    
Mentiras creídas
Mis sueños están rotos
Siempre te busco
Intento no recordar
Tus últimas caricias.

IV
¡Ay, pajarillo!
Posado en verde olivo
Escóndete bien
Que un cazador furtivo
quiere pegarte un tiro.  

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