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Héroes heridos

07-08-2008.
XLIII
DELANTE DE LOS DIOSES IBAN LOS HÉROES luciendo sus heridas
como condecoraciones. Portaban escudos de pieles
de guepardos y lanzas encendidas, y hachas y alfanjes como

rayos para ocultar las miserias de los dioses triunfantes.
Asediaron la ciudad de los hombres. Una ciudad empinada
sobre cerros de acacias y plátanos, amurallada por un bosque
de chopos cimbreantes. Alzaron los héroes sus tiendas
en la llanura y al aire dieron lo que del aire era: pendones,
lábaros, estandartes, banderolas y emblemas.
Y el aire los mecía lascivamente en un mar de oro y seda,
de Oriente a Occidente. Fue una selva tupida tanta floración
ondulada de terciopelo y crespones. Desde dentro,
los moradores observaban aquella danza de pájaros sangrantes y
aguardaron la muerte sentados a la puerta de sus casas,
contándoles a sus hijos historias de ciudades sin ejércitos ni
dioses.

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