Hablará el mar y el viento. Por las noches

                                                                                                                                                                                        Cantarán las estrellas. Y la luna

                                                                                                                                                                                        se irá cambiando eternamente el rostro;

                                                                                                                                                                                        pintando el sol eternamente auroras.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                       Reirá primavera en su alegría.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Melancolía habrá en los otoños.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Un hálito de sangre y de existencia

                                                                                                                                                                                      palpitará en la tierra y en el aire.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                      Pero mi aliento quedará cortado;

                                                                                                                                                                                      suspendido en un punto irrecordable

                                                                                                                                                                                      y la vida será como manzana.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                    Los días andarán, pero mis pasos

                                                                                                                                                                                   serán solo recuerdos en la espuma.

                                                                                                                                                                                  Y el cosmos girará nada sabiendo.

 

        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Sin fecha

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Elegia

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                   A SANTIAGO

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                               Y llegaste ............

                                                                                                                                                                               Llegaste, desnudo, al punto de partida;

                                                                                                                                                                               legiones de luceros te aclamarán en el espacio;

                                                                                                                                                                               y tu espíritu, desvelado,

                                                                                                                                                                               rezumará las esencias de lo eterno.

 

                                                                                                                                                                              Y viviremos ...........

                                                                                                                                                                             Viviremos la angustia de tu ausencia

                                                                                                                                                                             consumiendo el copo del destino;

                                                                                                                                                                             y tu espíritu, desbordado,

                                                                                                                                                                            derramará esperanzas en el vaso del destierro.

 

                                                                                                                                                                           Y volverás ...........

                                                                                                                                                                           Volverás con tachón de triunfo en el semblante

                                                                                                                                                                           deshojando los rayos de la aurora;

                                                                                                                                                                           y tu espíritu, sosegado,

                                                                                                                                                                          pulsará la flecha de la unión final.

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Abril 1969