HISTORIA VIVA de Roxana

(comparto mi último poema)

Que lo que un día quise ya no es

                                                                                Que lo que un día pude

                                                                                  resbaló en el asfalto

                                                                                  matinal con aroma

                                                                                  a café sin cigarrillos



                                                                                  Que levanté un muro

                                                                                 para crear un cuento

                                                                                Que te inventé una historia

                                                                                 que arrastra viejos lamentos



                                                                               Que encallo cuando bebo

                                                                              Y arrastro heridas viejas

                                                                                 Y lamo cicatrices

                                                                              Que agendan las mentiras



                                                                             Y ruedo en una esquina

                                                                            Cantando

                                                                           Con voz vacía

                                                                           Y enluto mis rodillas

                                                                           Desgajo cada paso

                                                                           Tiñendo un viejo traje



                                                                             Remango finalmente

                                                                            Los trastos que quedaron

                                                                            Arrebatando miedos

                                                                           Abriendo las murallas

                                                                         Fantasmas de una historia

                                                                       Que un día me pensaba.

Roxana Rügnitz

                                                                         Abril 2011