Como si de todo aquello que tocaras,
quedara un hilo atado a ti.
Un hilo muy fino y de color.
Y entonces yo para buscarte
iría a las cosas que has tocado
tirando de a poco los hilitos
de a poco
hasta encontrarte.
Sin pensar jamás que te enredarías?
Sin pensar jamás que tú también podrías tener un hilito?
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3 comments:
El enredo y los nudos serían el equivalente a las palomas de Hansel y Gretel, que se comían las migajas de pan.
Por qué en vez de seguir el hilo, y buscar lo que buscas, mejor lo tiras y lo llevas hacia ti?
porque si lo tirara se rompería, no?
depende del grosor del hilito del que estemos hablando
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