by Mara Romero Torres
A mi vida vine sola,
a mi muerte sola voy.
Y en medio quedas tú,
pequeña niña mía,
engarzada en mis poemas;
latiendo en la tinta negra
que llena la página blanca;
amiga de la noche;
enamorada de la mañana;
vestida de hojas secas;
olvidada en un cielo gris;
llorando por el frío de una noche congelada;
buscándome en el recuerdo
del aro que dejó encendido mi pensamiento,
donde sabes que te espero
convertida en brisa, en beso, en llama.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Mara Romero Torres is a writer and poet born in Andalusia, Spain. His labor is directed to the meeting by the Human Being across the Culture. She is a founder and chairwoman of the Cultural Association Art Phoenix (www.artefenix.net). In novel, it has published " Los lagos del cielo "; in poetry, " Al calor de la idea ", " Cuentos de aceituna. Romances para una guerra ", " Pañuelos de La Alhambra ". His poetical work has been gathered in several anthologies, collaborates in literary magazines and has yielded poems of altruistic form for solidary books.
Last updated September 18, 2011