A mi Edad.

A mi edad ya no me preocupan las guerras

ni el clima, ni los terremotos

ni el miedo a la muerte



A Mi edad me interesa ver a diario

una sonrisa en el rostro de mis hijos

captar el brillo en la mirada de mi pequeña

quien me motiva

con mensajes de amor incondicional



A mi edad, mi vida es un tesoro

un banco de memorias

del magnifico roce de tu piel

el aroma delicioso de tu cabello



Se me olvidaba decirte que a mi edad

aunque el sexo existe

no pienso asi de tu excelente figura

pienso mas en tus ojos

pienso mas en tus manos

en los momentos que nos mirabamos

en silencio, sentados en una banca del parque



Sera que a mi edad

por fin he descubierto

El Amor?

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