Poema de hospital

 No hay Dioses
sólo tú


El cielo ya no importa
Enormes cerros
                 no son
                                nada

Quiero regresar a los 10
a lo simple
/Prender la veladora,
rezarle a la virgen,
un padre nuestro
al niño Fidencio,
meterme al charco de lodo,
darle vueltas al pirul
hincada o dando vueltas,
un poco de saliva sagrada y:
sana, sana colita de rana.../
         
Mi esperanza:
su sonrisa

Mi fe:
abuela que ilumina cual Candela
la más Santa de todas las Marías.

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Dear 2019 I hope you won't kill me in the first month. I was wishing you because I supposed, you will be my year. I was planning move from the city, counting the days, buying the tickets,  looking for apartments, looking for a job, studying lots. I have been feeling  secure more than ever, taking  hugest decisions. And now the 2nd day of the year, I feel like a baby who has been dreaming with the adulthood.