Abanico de risas

                                                             

                                                    ABANICO DE RISAS
                                                                 
                                                     La luz planea bajo montes
                                                     de ópalo, círculos-arcoiris
                                                     sobre el tapiz iridiscente de
                                                     un cielo plomizo.

                                                     Alas de nube recién aparecida,
                                                     cóncavo vaivén,                      
                                                     una tarde sin bruma.

                                                     En tus ojos bailan claveles
                                                     picoteando
                                                     aves que emigran hacia el sur.

                                                     Abanico de risas,
                                                     olas que se esparcen boca arriba
                                                     sobre tus manos
                                                     como una manzana compartida.

                                                     No tienes por qué
                                                     entristecer
                                                     en esta diagonal
                                                     de voces antiguas.

                                                     Cristal, nube, cielo,
                                                     sombras plantadas
                                                     bajo árboles de agua.