viernes, 26 de octubre de 2012

El laberinto



El laberinto de Cristina Maya

Cómo romper
la cáscara del tiempo,
enredada en la entraña
del pasado...
Cómo salir, soltar la amarra
de ese espacio compacto
del recuerdo...
Soy la misma
que refleja su imagen
en la memoria ajada
de los días.
La que adopta
una máscara idéntica
y repite el vestuario
de la escena.
La que viaja y regresa
por el mismo camino
hasta la orilla.
La que al cerrar los párpados
refleja sus sueños
en la pupila inerte
de la noche.
La que vive el amor y el desamor
y repite por siempre
la historia circular
del laberinto.

3 comentarios:

  1. are you really the same person... the same person you were then... yesterday...the same person you were the day before... the same person you were when you stepped into the maze... as the person that walks out from it... I like to think that perhaps we are just a little bit wiser... and stronger... a perhaps just a little bit better than we were before... but thank you for sharing this poem...

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  2. ... no, I'm not the same now. Yes, we are... much more...
    Than YOU for being here, with me... for so long.

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  3. baby doll, I'm just a random lurker in the crowd that follows you... I should be thanking you... thank you.

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