Luna de mi vida
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Quiero que cierres los ojos e imagines que vives en una cueva inmensa desde que naciste y no conoces la luz natural, es enorme, incluso hay árboles y una casita de madera que para ti siempre ha sido suficiente, un pequeño río el cual no sabes de donde viene ni para donde va atraviesa el poco espacio que conoces y se pierde donde los árboles no dejan pasar. Lo más valioso en la vida es tu suave colchón que contrasta con la dureza que vives y unos libros que has leído una y otra vez pero que mantienen tu cordura.
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