YO MISMO

                                                      YO MISMO

                                                  Que tus palabras

                                                   no podrían decir

                                                  lo que mi mirada

                                                       contempla

                                                      que nadie

                                                 podría explicarte

                                              mis silencios ocultos,

                                               el sentir de una vida

                                                   es algo propio

                                           imposibilidad de lo ajeno,

                                                   donde uno habita

                                                       es morada

                                                  donde no caben

                                                         extraños,

                                                 de una proximidad

                                                      con alguien

                                                  que soy yo mismo.