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No sería difícil vestirse capa tras capa de ausencias, cepillar los cabellos con mares de ansiedades, alargar las uñas con esmaltes y corales, desgastar el calzado sin pisotear los sueños, rizar abanicos de sales, delinear espejos dormidos.
Si tan solo hubieras preguntado… Se habrían preparado las huidizas horas, el blanco maquillaje, la boca de cerezos, desplegando las tradicionales danzas, rompiendo la noche con jugueteos y pláticas, risas cantarinas de gorriones y golondrinas.
Si tan solo hubieras preguntado…
Dos lunas negras radiantes esperarían bajo los arcos, vestidas de rojos ensueños, brillantes luceros, reflejos eróticos del fuego exuberante de su pie. Curva alargada sobre su hambrienta boca, rosados melocotones, saciando cadmios calendarios.
Si tan solo hubieras preguntado…
Columna de bambú aprisionada a su pecho, entre sus manos artesanas transpirando mieles. Almendros, canelas, aromas de fresco
musgo sobre el tapiz de arroz, borrando de una vez por todas las frías estaciones