LA TARDE LENTA Poem by Maruja Vieira
LA TARDE LENTA
Tengo llenas las manos
de sol y de perfume.
La tarde me devuelve
tu invisible presencia.
Tu mirada me sigue,
dibujando mi sombra.
Estás en el paisaje
como un árbol de sueño,
gotas de luz inquieta
tiemblan entre las hojas.
Una columna leve
de humo gris en el viento
está formando apenas
el nombre del recuerdo.
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