Libélula

Despertamos cerca del arroyo
········································la noche fresca

Bebemos leche de luna
·····························(es tan dulce)
·················Caminamos a tientas bajo las palmeras robustas
Nuestros pies crujen la hierba seca
·························los grillos se vuelven mudos
·····························y en el ahuehuete más alto los pájaros secretean


················En esta expedición nocturna
·······················nuestros sueños recortados con tijeras
······························flotan sobre el agua como barcos de vela
······································cerca de las ninfas que serán libélulas


Allá la ciudad apretada
······································································ruidosa
con neones en lugar de estrellas

Aquí cada uno y su libélula (dragón discreto envuelto en pétalos)
········volamos sobre las cabezas de los que no sueñan
········································esos torpes que rompen el amanecer
··························································y se creen dueños del planeta

Nosotros
·········alcanzamos nuestros sueños por las alas cristalinas

·····································el montón de ojos
···············································y el color intenso
····················de nuestra libélula de madera