Trompetas

Suenan trompetas tristes.

Trepan lágrimas por la garganta.

Gritan los años que pasan.

Pesa cada día sabiendo

que nunca volveremos

a encontrarnos

a solas.

Siempre fingiremos

ser

dos viejos conocidos.

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