Te Pienso

                                                                                     Tus manos tejen
                                                                                     Tus manos pintan
                                                                                     Tus manos tocan
                                                                                     Tus manos vuelan.

                                                                                     Tus ojos saben
                                                                                     Y si no saben sueñan
                                                                                     Tus sueños crean
                                                                                     Y lo que creas cura.

                                                                                     Tus piernas caminan
                                                                                     Tu cuerpo se aleja
                                                                                     Con tus manos que tejen
                                                                                     Con tus ojos que saben.

                                                                                     Los míos que poco saben
                                                                                     Te miran… te extrañan
                                                                                     Te piensan
                                                                                     Te recrean.

                                                                                     Llegas de nuevo
                                                                                     Con forma de imagen quieta
                                                                                     Fragmentada
                                                                                     Virtual
                                                                                     Este momento se detiene
                                                                                     Se hace eterno
                                                                                     Me pensaste
                                                                                     Mientras mis ojos te dibujaban.

                                                                                    No diré te extraño
                                                                                    Diré te pienso
                                                                                    Porque después de todo
                                                                                    Hay tanto de ti en mí

                                                                                    Que al ver una flor sonriéndole al cielo

                                                                                    Te siento cerca…y te pienso.

David Fonseca