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Perrito Mío


Perrito mío,
¿Como es que llegaste a ser viejo?
Porque me siento que fuera el año pasado, no mas
 cuando traje toda la plata que había guardada
 para comprarte

Un orgullo me llenó de tener un perro mío
Con pelo blanco y negro
y unas pecas que decoraban la nariz
Tuviste una energía explosiva
Suficiente para destruir todo en tu camino
Energía suficiente para escapar el patio cada día
Y correr por todo el barrio
mientras te seguía y esperaba poder atraparte...
Pero aún te quiero tanto.

Y ahora, perro, llegas a los viejos y dorados años
A colores de sal y pimiento
Y de caminar en lugar de correr
Pero perrito mío,
aún te quiero tanto
y celebro cada momento
de los once años
que hemos tenido
y agradezco
los años
que nos quedan.


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