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El cansado tiempo

"Los ojos cansados,
miran al pasado añorando el tiempo
que se llevó,
que arrastró,
que arrancó todo girasol en el jardín perdido del Edén;
los mismos ojos miran un futuro con prisa,
pero sin tiempo.
La brisa, acaricia el rostro con dichos ojos, dejando escapar una sonrisa mas que como la de Alicia,
como la de la señorita de la cuarta casa, allá en la esquina, la mestiza...
que con sus ojos regresa el tiempo
que arrancó,
que arrastró,
que se llevó.

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