FANTASÍA

                                                              FANTASÍA
                                   
                                                              Fantasía,
                                                           polvo de magia,
                                                           conjuro de hada.
                               
                                                               Fantasía,
                                                            agua tropical,
                                                            fuente para imaginar.

                                                               Fantasía,
                                                           desierto de colores,
                                                           maravillas y buenas
                                                                     sensaciones.
                                
                                                                Fantasía,
                                                          bosque de hielo,
                                                          árboles de caramelo.

                                                                                 Claudia Fernández López.

PRIMAVERA

                                               

                  PRIMAVERA

Primavera,

árboles con flores,

lluvia a borbotones.

Primavera,

flores cansadas

de abejas enamoradas.

Primavera,

campos con flores,

risas de colores.

Primavera,

días de hadas,

noches encantadas.

                                      Pablo Fraga Naveira

Amor

                                                         Amor,
                                                         tan fácil
                                                         y bonito.
                                                        
                                                         Amor,
                                                         es eso que decimos
                                                          aunque a veces ni lo sentimos.
               
                                                           Amor,
                                                           del corazón sale
                                                            y en tus oídos permanece cautivo.

                                           Lucia Pazos Blanco. 30/3/2012