de La Fragua Diciembre

Rosadito,Rozadito

                                                                                                                                                                              Dime por favor, te ruego                                                                                                                           No me dejes con la duda                                                                                                                            Quiero saber, que jabón                                                                                                                    Usaste para tal blancura

Colorado era tu traje                                                                                                                                                   De los pies a la cabeza                                                                                                                                En diez minutos quedaste                                                                                                                                             Mas blanco que la pureza

Opa, se me escapa pureza                                                                                                                           Pues, de eso no tienes nada                                                                                                                            Con tu ser: un camaleón                                                                                                                                Quien creerá en tu palabra?

Hoy ha quedado latente                                                                                                                               Plasmado para la historia;                                                                                                                           Que llevas en la memoria                                                                                                                                 Y en tus genes ,el pasado                                                                                                                                       Por quien ,en tiempo reciente                                                                                                                           Fue mi País traicionado.

Y …te encontraste perdido                                                                                                            Corriendo fuiste a abrazar                                                                                                                                          A tu supuesto enemigo                                                                                                                                     Le diste un fuerte apretón                                                                                                                                         Le susurraste al  Cuzquito                                                                                                                                ,no me dejes tirau                                                                                                                                              Que siempre fuimos amigos.

El otro sonrió contento                                                                                                                                        Venite pa,aca ,sos mío                                                                                                                                    Siempre me gusta sacar,                                                                                                                                       Leña del árbol caído

Dios les da el nacimiento                                                                                                                                          La vida los ve crecer                                                                                                                                                Mas el hambre de poder,                                                                                                                                          Sin pensar en los de abajo                                                                                                                                      Mandan todo al carajo                                                                                                                                                       Cuando se encuentran caidos                                                                                                                                     Se prenden al “enemigo”                                                                                                                       Cual garrapata al perro                                                                                                                                       Para chuparle la sangre                                                                                                                                A la gente de su pueblo.

Bueno…entre blanco y colorau                                                                                                                                Ya lo dijo el viejo amado                                                                                                                             Si juntamos rojo y blanco                                                                                                                                             Se destiñe pal rosado

Jajaji

Ruben Caceres