Start writing for free on quadernoYuliana
El suspiro corto
ese sonido,
no lo entiendo
qué escalofríos.
Tantos recuerdos
toda la infancia,
ese sonido
que mambo vacío.
Decepcionada quedé
enojada, angustiada
ese suspiro, que muerte
ese sonido…
Puro mambo impulsivo.
If you liked this post, consider buying the writer a coffee
Buy a coffee
Our picks
Become a supporter of quaderno
Support this independent project and get exclusive benefits.
Start writing today on quaderno
We value quality, authenticity and diversity of voices.
Comments
There are no comments yet, be the first!
You must be logged in to comment
Log in