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Constantina Gómez Contreras

                                                       

La muerte apagó mis ojos
Tus palabras mataron mí Alma
Soy poeta sensible a vientos
Soledad inmensa la mía
Tengo que remontar
Buscaré tierra sin nombre
Buscaré un nuevo caminó
Yo enterré tu Alma
Como se entierran a los muertos
No tenía cabida en mí corazón
Mí caminó es ahora
El sol y la luna
No miraré atrás
Mí Alma rompió ataduras
Mí corazón vivía en amarguras
Estaba atrapada a ti
Sin sentirte
Sin tocarte
Sin mirarte
Miedo me da soltarme
Estaba ciega
Ahora veo
Creí qué había ternura
Qué había bondad
Qué había sencillez
Qué torpeza la mía
Esto no habita en ti
Ignorancia la mía
Fiarme de sentimientos
No sentidos
De palabras estudiadas
De tantas excusas
He sido utilizada
Jugaste con sentimientos
Me has traicionado
Tú Alma no es pura
Ahora lo sé
Siento dolor
El pasado se ha ido
Mí Alma esta pérdida
Encontraré caminó
No tengo miedo
Amaré de nuevo
Siento mis lágrimas
No siento tú pena
Me alejó de mis sombras
De mis tormentos
De tantos sacrificios hechos
Jamás reconocidos
Años y años  mal vividos
Años y años perdidos
El pasado se ha ido
Es hora de partir
Sin mirar atrás
Es hora de derrotar el dolor
Es hora de vivir

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