Vuelo

(…) Me oprimía lo fluido,
la limpidez maciza,
el vacío escarchado,
la inaudible distancia,
la oquedad insonora,
el reposo asfixiante;
pero seguía volando,
desesperadamente.

de “Vuelo sin orillas” de Oliverio Girondo

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