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.
