Los Niños Grises

   

                                                                                                                             Sos un cristal empañado

                                                                                                                             poque tu vida escapa a las demás

                                                                                                                             Sos un jardín vacío

                                                                                                                             donde nadie escucha

                                                                                                                             el sonido de las hojas muertas

                                                                                                                             Títere sin cabeza

                                                                                                                             de risa febril para no morir

                                                                                                                             Ave desierta

                                                                                                                             de alma desterrada

                                                                                                                             Condenada a sufrir

                                                                                                                             Ni tus cristales

                                                                                                                             ni tus jardines

                                                                                                                             sirven para la vida

                                                                                                                             Y los niños grises

                                                                                                                             al atardecer

                                                                                                                             se reirán de ti

                                                                                                                             cada vez que mueras.