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Encontré que volví a encontrar

He vuelto a encontrar la poesía

Y no es que haya alejado la inspiración

Tal vez abandonada en una canción

Tal vez despilfarrada en la cortesía

He vuelto a encontrar la poesía

Tal vez perdida en un cajón viejo

Tal vez arrumbada tras el espejo

Tal vez alejada del alma mía

He vuelto a encontrar la poesía

Y no en los ojos ajenos a mí

Y no en los labios cercanos a ti

Y no en la simple hipocresía

He vuelto a encontrar mi poesía

Para escribir maravillas del mundo

Podría describir el cielo nocturno

Pero esa no es la inspiración que me guía

He vuelto a encontrar la poesía

Y esta vez será siempre mía

Y esta vez no correrá tan lejos

Y esta vez no la guardaré tras el espejo

No es más que promesas mías

No es una simple poesía

Es encontrar la armonía

De la felicidad de cada día



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