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Si le dijera...

que me hubiera gustado que llegase antes,
que los días se iluminan cuando la veo,
que la vida es más sencilla si ella sonríe,
que la libertad sólo se entiende caminando a su lado...

Si le mirara

mientras se mira linda en el espejo,
mientras escapa con toda su vanidad junta,
mientras se siente libre moviendo los pies,
caminando mientras balancea sus caderas al andar...

Si le sintiera

con los nervios que sienten mis manos al tocarla,
con esta necesidad de abrazarle sin sentido,
con la delgadez que viene trenzada en su cabello,
con esa energía que desprende al bailar.

Si le tuviera

En mis noches de charlas inmensas,
en mis mañanas juntos para desayunar,
en mis pensamientos que se desbordan si poder hablar,
entre sus pechos para acariciar cada momento su piel.

Le mentiría...

Siempre ha habido alguien más. 

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