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lunes, 3 de agosto de 2015

                                                                


                                                                                                    
                                                                   ANFORA SAGRADA

                                                           Que maduras mis trigales
                                                           que cultivas calas en zonas rocosas,
                                                           que me das de beber del oasis,
                                                           de las arenas ardientes,...
                                                           despertándome cada amanecer,
                                                           con la brisa tibia de tus labios,
                                                           que convierten mi mundo,
                                                           en una eterna primavera.