¿Qué me dices,
levamos anclas?
Va siendo hora
de partir, lo sé,
llevas latiéndomelo
al pecho
desde hace mucho.
Se ha hecho esperar
pero creo que no
hay mejor momento
para empezar a cerrar
pasados y construir
nuevos presentes.
¿Qué me dices
¡Eh!, valiente?
Carguemos el hatillo
sin pausa pero sin prisa,
comencemos la aventura
amando sin cesar
por una vez,
sólo por una.


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