Andrés Paniagua Curiel (anselmo_b) wrote,
Andrés Paniagua Curiel
anselmo_b

Desde la última altura

Abajo el campo arado, los poblados,
Y su mudo bullicio cotidiano.
Los trazos de los ríos sobre el llano,
desiertos, huertas, bosques, sierras, prados.

Abajo están las nubes, las gaviotas,
las crestas de las olas, fiera espuma,
la estela de los buques y la bruma,
naufragios de naufragios tablas rotas.

Abajo el cielo mismo reflejado,
la Luna, las estrellas, el Destino,
dibujo de planetas peregrinos.

Aquí la perspectiva filo helado
del nítido horizonte cristalino.
Mas arriba, solo ámbitos divinos.
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