MIRO TU AUSENCIA

                                                 DESDE MIS OJOS HUMEDOS

                                                            DE SOLEDAD

                                                  Y EL CAMINO SE ALARGA

                                                       Y EL ENCUENTRO

                                                            SE ALEJA....

                                                        COMO LA NIEBLA

                                                               GRIS

                                                       EN LA MAÑANA OTOÑAL...

                                                 NADA CUBRE TU AUSENCIA

                                                      NI EL BRILLO DEL SOL

                                                            EN SU CENIT

                                                  NI EL CIELO PARPADEANTE

                                                     DE LA NOCHE DEL TROPICO

                                                               SOLO....

                                                     UNA SUAVE BRISA

                                                    COMO MANOS ASTRALES

                                                    QUE ME ABRAZAN DICIENDOME

                                                          NUNCA ME FUI

                                                              PERO....

                                                       NO ES LO MISMO

                                                            AUTOR: KRIS

                                                        S. CRUZ DE LA SIERRA

                                                                5/1/08