MASA MADRE


La poesía es levadura
que se mezcla con la harina cotidiana
para amasarse juntas
y emerger convertidas
en hogaza  apetitosa.
tras fundirse en el horno
del  fuego de la vida. 
 
Panadero es el poeta
cuyos dedos artistas
manosean las palabras con amor
juntando leva y molienda.
 
Levadura de masa madre
quiero mi verso
que penetre en el alma
para esponjarla,
convirtiendo tu pan ácimo
en bollo tierno.

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