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Pensamiento 10/5/13


La ventana del cuarto esta abierta
La melodía de los grillos están cantando su serenata
La dulce melodía que hace a la luna feliz
Que habrá hecho la luna para que la alaguen tanto?
Ya que son varios grupos que están tocando.
A la verdad no me enfadan,
Me gusta escuchar su entonada,
Que no necesitan guitarra ni flauta,
Solo su cuerpo para entonarla.

Tal vez debería de estar dormida,
Perdida en un sueño relajante,
Pero lo brisa entro por mi ventana,
La cual no esta tan helada,
Me alerto que la noche esta bella,
Que aunque el cielo esta gris,
Aun brillan las estrellas,
El cual ilumina el mas allá,
Y no nos deja perdernos en la oscuridad.

La brisa me recordó de mi amado,
Que en el cielo, en su trono esta sentado,
Se a de estar riendo!
Ya que conoce como corren mis pensamientos.
Su brisa mando para abrazarme,
Para recordarme que conmigo esta en todas partes.
Y aun cuando quisiera caer en un lindo sueño,
El mandara a sus grillos a cantarme una canción de cuna,
Ya que la serenata no es solo para la luna,
Si no para todo aquel que anhela estar en El enamorado.



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