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

Donde las situaciones perdidas y los momentos encontrados trataban de mezclarse lo menos posible.

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