Soledad

                                                                 La barandilla
                                                                 dibuja la verja
                                                                 de su cárcel.

                                                                 En una concha
                                                                 guarda las noches
                                                                 de luna libre.

                                                                 Y escucha
                                                                 la llamada de los peces
                                                                 que esperan que baje
                                                                 por la escalera
                                                                 hasta la arena.