La Rana Roja II-43
EL RINCÓN DEL POETA SATÍRICO
LOS COITOS PRECIPITADOS
Por Juan Cervera Sanchís
-¡Míralos!. ¡Míralos!
Ellos salían como a borbotones de la boca oscura y
maloliente del Metro.
Interminable cosecha de bípidos automatizados.
El loco, al verlos salir, en inacabable fila, gritaba
y gritaba, como un delirante y desesperado profeta,
en mitad del desierto:
-¡Míralos!, ¡Míralos!
En realidad gritaba y gritaba hacia dentro de sí mismo
con sus ojos desencajados.
Se trataba de un monólogo a mudos gritos con su sombra
y su asombro.
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