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Quién eres?

Quién eres? Pregunta la computadora,
Cómo si tu nombre pudiera definirlo todo.
Como si siete letras explicaran el universo.
Cómo si tu foto pudiera hacer la belleza brotar. 

Quién eres es como explicar las nubes en dos palabras. 
Es como entender la tormenta sólo por el viento.
Quién eres como si el universo tuviera una sola teoría para existir.
Es como si el futuro tuviera una sola ruta que seguir.

Qué le digo entonces?
Eres mis más profundos anhelos.
Eres mi sonrisa cuando pronuncio tu nombre.
Eres la sorpresa que no puedo ocultar cuando hablan de ti?

Eres mis motivos para ser mejor?
Eres mi sueño de familia?
Eres mi canto de las mañanas?
Eres mi emoción cada vez que leo tu nombre?

Eres mi miedo también!
Eres mi soledad que odio tanto!
Eres mis más perversas inseguridades.
Eres uno de mis más grandes errores.

Eres alma, eres vida, eres admiración.
Eres una tragedia en ti misma
Eres mi coraje por no haber decidido diferente.
Eres toda mi admiración.

Eres la bendición de saber que cualquier cosa diferente y no estarías aquí.
Eres el recelo de mis amigos.
Eres los abrazos que más quiero.
Eres el arrepentimiento de no poderte besar.
Eres el sueño de todas las noches de invierno que quiero vivir.

Eres paz y eres guerra. 
Eres el viento que no está y eres la caricia que me reconforta tanto. 
Eres el miedo de no perderte de nuevo.
Eres la imposibilidad de pasar la noche besando tu espalda.

Eres la primera vez y eres la última que quiero que seas.
Estás hecha de una cálida tarde de verano.
Y vives en la inmensa ansiedad de mi poesía.
Eres este odioso silencio que vive a la mitad de los 7 minutos de camino que nos separan.

Y en medio de todo eso la computadora tiene la desfachatez de insinuar que tu nombre puede explicar quién eres.
Que tu dirección puede decirme a dónde vas...

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