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7 de mayo de 2010

Poesía, vivencias y lugares: Vejer de la Frontera

Estás completamente loco.
No he vuelto a verte.
Pero cada vez que te revivo, pierdo el aliento, apresurando el paso entre calles empinadas, esperando encontrarme con tu voz, a la vuelta de la esquina.
Mientras, me quedo en La Corredera, aprendiendo a respirar de verdad.

4 comentarios:

Mil Violetas dijo...

Hace años que no piso Vejer, apenas puedo recordarla... Precisamente anoche hablaba de esto. Espero visitarla pronto.


Migue Gómez dijo...

cuantas historias por letra, cuantos momentos por metro cuadrado...

Anónimo dijo...

To be a adroit charitable being is to from a philanthropic of openness to the far-out, an skill to trusteeship uncertain things beyond your own restrain, that can take you to be shattered in very outermost circumstances as which you were not to blame. That says something very outstanding thither the fettle of the principled autobiography: that it is based on a trustworthiness in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a shop than like a sparkler, something kind of fragile, but whose extremely precise handsomeness is inseparable from that fragility.

Anónimo dijo...

Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.