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Blas de Otero



Luchando, cuerpo a cuerpo, con la muerte,

al borde del abismo, estoy clamando

a Dios. Y su silencio, retumbando,

ahoga mi voz en el vacío inerte.


Oh Dios. Si he de morir, quiero tenerte

despierto. Y, noche a noche, no sé cuándo

oirás mi voz. Oh Dios. Estoy hablando

solo. Arañando sombras para verte.


Alzo la mano, y tú me la cercenas.

Abro los ojos: me los sajas vivos.

Sed tengo, y sal se vuelven tus arenas.


Esto es ser hombre: horror a manos llenas.

Ser —y no ser— eternos, fugitivos.

¡Ángel con grandes alas de cadenas!


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Oxígeno para mentes inquietas

By Sara