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Eclipse

Dime que pasa entonces luna, te pude ver brillar tan intenso el día de ayer que me asustó el hecho de no poder tocarte. Lo intenso, sin embargo, se perdió en lo nublado que han estado los días, tal vez los meses, por este lugar. Trato de buscarte en un lugar donde no puedo saber de ti. Trato de verte de una forma en la que no puedo ver más que sombras, trato de sentirte, pero a veces me siento tan cerca que prefiero no perturbar la pasividad de tu brillo. Me encanta tu luz pero no sé si algún día podré vencer mi miedo a compartirla.

No sé entonces que pasa luna… eres mi fascinación cada día que te veo, con nubes o con viento. Sin embargo parece que tengo un síndrome que me detiene para alcanzar lo que quiero, porque estoy seguro, Luna, que eres lo que quiero. Que eres mis noches y mis días, que no hay madrugada que no piense un poco en ti y eres mucho de lo que alumbra mis sueños y mis penumbras, a veces lejos y a veces cerca. Luna te vi brillar anoche tan intensa que me gustó y no encuentro la forma de decirte que quiero tenerte así siempre.

Entre noches Y una hermosa luna

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