Orgullo

                                                 


                                                  Hay quien recorre
                                                  a través de las dunas
                                                  océanos de tiempo
                                                            a gatas.
                                                                                                                 
                                                  Los ojos abrasados
                                                  por el sol implacable,
                                                  los labios cuarteados;
                                                  la garganta cerrada.

                                                  Rechaza, soberbio,
                                                  la cantimplora
                                                  que le alcanzan.

                                                  Asfixiado,
                                                  farfulla
                                                  que no necesita
                                                         nada.


                                                  G. Bocardo