··························Dibujo: Martín Carpaneto

los vidrios en añicos

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sobre la piel lacerada, sangrante

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para hacerlo
mío
creador de un nuevo espacio reflejo
copia fiel envase masculino
qué me hace
eso además quiero
decirlo, pero no puedo articular
mi cuerpo
estoy muerta
y tampoco lo siento
te dejo ir
tanto
soy un deshecho
solo cuando lo dejé ir
no..!
lo cubro con alguien más
y siguen siendo mis mecánicas manías
de reproducirme en vidas
sean paralelas
quiero tu traición
diversión
probarlos hasta sentir
pero no, no me vas a dejar ir
inundando por mi

llanto para envolverme

¿dónde estás?······························
allí························································

)incomunicados(·····························································

los túneles van por idéntico acceso
no se cruzan
hasta el camino sin construcción
banquina
barranco
despedido a unos cuantos metros del cuerpo

··············y ahí···················reaccionás

·································································porque no siento
·································································por qué no muero

·······································¿dónde estás?

··············allí·······················ahí·················aquí
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