PODER Y REBAÑOS

                                                          
                                                          Que sería del poder sin los rebaños,
                                                           masa amorfa concentrada de egoismo,
                                                           un desvelo solitario aullando,
                                                           masticando desperdicios.
                                                           Los rebaños sin poder hambre de guía
                                                           deambulando a merced de cataclismos
                                                           penarán su penas mendrugando
                                                           desnudando vicios. 

AMAR SIN FRENO

                                                         
                                                       Era de amar sin freno
                                                       un acelere fresco a granel
                                                       sin el instante de la mirada
                                                       ni el furibundo rayo de espasmo.
                                                       Empalagosa al caer la tarde
                                                       cuando sin mate no hay esperanzas,
                                                       ella era verde brotando en arte.

POEMARIO CORTO 2010